Conquest of Paradise (Rewrite) Chapter One

Conquest of Paradise

Chapter One

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Starting World: The Division

Starting budget 280

Patron

Archdeity of Eternity free [280]

Mesméra free [280]

Intensity

Me and My Girlfriend(s)(PvE) +0 [280]

Substitute as a Hunter Agent of T3 -5 [275]

Bindings

Hypnosis App free [275]

Shareware -50 [225]

Subliminal Audio -15 [210]

Mind-Altering Concoctions -25 [185]

Lures

Faerie Feast -10 [175]

Faerie Feast: Master Chef -10 [165]

Other Controls

Nine Tenths Lawᵈˡᶜ -5 [160]

Talents

Body Talent -10 [150]

Template Stacking I x2 [Hunter Agent has Master Chief, Elijah Mikaelson] -30 [120]

Everlasting Talent -10 [110]

Defenses

Body Defense x2 -10 [100]

Misc Perks

Sexual Calibration -2 [98]

Fertility Calibration I -2 [96]

Psychic Paper -5 [91]

Mapper -10 [81]

Exit Stage Left -5 [76]

Generic Waifu Perks

Paper Trail x3 [Ellen Anders, Judge Anderson, Hunter Agent] -3 [73]

Companions bought -70 [3]

Cortana(T6)[buy] from Halo

Ellen Anders(T4)[buy] from Halo

Judge Anderson(T4)[buy] from Judge Dredd

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I was used to being partially-awoken by noise, and voices, and activity. I was a nocturnal individual, and happily so, but that also meant I was often still asleep or in bed when other people were up and about. So hearing voices, often annoyed ones, and the sounds of violence were not uncommon. Television shows, loud arguments, squabbling children, I had heard it all, and rolled over on all of it.

Granted, my bed was feeling bizarrely uncomfortable and remarkably couch-like at the moment, but that was probably a lingering, confusing artifact of some memory-induced dream or something of the sort. I didn’t sleep on couches, thank you very much. I would rather sleep on a pile of blankets on the floor than sleep on a couch. It wasn’t any worse than camping (realcamping, not that Winnebago nonsense), and didn’t involve the potential encounters with bears, raccoons, wolves, skunks, and all sorts of other unpleasant encounters that one could have out in the woods.

“Are you going to sleep all day, or are we actually going to accomplishsomething around here?” a very cross, young-sounding female voice demanded at volume, and I frowned slightly as more of my consciousness surfaced. That voice sounded far too close to make sense, unmuffled by any walls or doors, and while I vaguely recognized it, it wasn’t a member of my family. Which meant the TV in my room had to be on, which was absurd because it would be a massively dick move to turn on the TV in my room at such a volume just to wake me up.

“C’mon, boss man, we’ve got work to do, and you need to be awake to do it.”Another, even more familiar voice said, and I frowned heavily. That voice was clearly distorted by a speaker of some-sort, which only highlighted the difference between it and the first voice. Which meant the first voice was a real person.

Flopping onto my back with a groan of profound suffering, I sat up and glowered in the direction of the voice even as I fumbled for my glasses. My fumbling stuttered and paused as I not only failed to find the small table my glasses were meant to be resting on, but realized that I didn’t seem to need my glasses at all. In fact, my vision seemed to be perfect, even if what I was seeing made no sense whatsoever.

Ellen Anders (Proffesor!), arms folded beneath her handful-and-a-half breasts, was glowering at me with a glower that looked far more impressive than mine felt. That was strange enough, but maybe I had somehow gone to a convention and hooked up with a gorgeous girl with a flair for cosplay and totally forgotten about it. Despite the fact that hooking up wasn’t something I would ever forget, not in such a short time frame certainly, and I damn well wouldn’t have forgotten a girl like this overnight.

Movement from the edge of my vision had me glancing towards the windows, and my eyes widened slightly as I saw the slender, blonde form of Judge Cassandra Anderson, Lawgiver in her hands, keeping watch out the window. She glanced over at me and gave a shy little smile that blossomed into a fluorescent blush, mostly because the shy little smile had made me imagine all of the wicked, wicked things I wanted to do to her. She looked remarkably cute and innocent, despite the armor that hid away her assets, and the futuristic weapon she held.

Her presence cracked my theory, but what really put a sizeable, jagged hole in it was the fact that the glowing, blue, entirely digital, buxom form of Cortana was standing in midair above a small coffee table nearby. That wasn’t something I could write off as an incredible cosplay.

I rotated my body, legs swinging off of the couch (and it was a couch) that I had been sleeping on, and I paused again. I had never been short, nor had I ever been particularly flabby, but my formerly six-foot-three and 190lb frame was now quite a bit more. How much more, I wasn’t sure, but it was by quite a lot, judging from how different my legs looked and how the couch groaned with my movement.

I recognized the outfit I was wearing, too. The Covert Hunter outfit from The Division 2, and I spotted a black ballistic mask in the design of a stylized wolf. Incredible, it looked just like the mask I had always pictured one of my characters in the Tom Clancy games to be wearing…

The memories came rushing back, from two sources. In one, I was a member of the ‘Homeland Strategic Oversight and Enforcement Unit’, more commonly known as The Hunters. One in particular known officially as ‘Harbinger’, real name Gaius Mactire, assigned to monitor and ‘keep in check’ the Strategic Homeland Division Agents assigned to the First Wave of New York City. In particular, I was tracking and monitoring a small fire-team under the command of a certain Molly ‘Jupiter’ Henderson here in the Dark Zone, a handful of weeks after the quarantine collapsed. In fact, from what I remembered, the alliance between the LMB and the JTF had just broken down and Bliss was starting his little kingmaking gambit.

The other memories reminded me that I had been messing around with some obscure web extension called Waifu Catalogue before going to bed. I hadn’t thought much of it, more amused by the lewd potential than anything else, and imagining how cool it would be to show up in the world of The Division as a professional ass-kicker that could solve the world’s problems before it spiraled below the point of no return.

I was now quite glad I had taken it semi-seriously in my final build, the one I had ever-so-amused ‘committed’ too before shutting down for the night. If I hadn’t, if I had ‘committed’ one of my absurd, joke builds, I probably would have been completely and utterly fucked.

“And there is the dawning recollection of reality. Welcome back to consciousness, I hope you have a goddamn plan, because this reality looks like a total shit-show. And I say that as someone alive during the Covenant War.” Anders said brusquely, before pointing down at Cortana when I blinked at her. “Cortana broke into most of the planet in about five minutes while we waited for you to wake up. Always nice to be reminded that humanity will happily wipe themselves out without someone keeping an eye on them, or an existential threat to unite against.”

“That’s one way of putting it, Ellen.” I sighed, rubbing my face for a moment before getting to my feet and looking around. We were in an apartment, one of the countless similar rooms that had been in the game, full of scattered clothing and ransacked cabinets. “How much, exactly, do you three know?”

“Modified smallpox, released on some sort of shopping holiday, massive casualties and societal collapse. Attempts to fight back are causing further casualties due to the emergency use of untested chemicals and formulae. There is a lot of speculation beyond that, but I try to avoid dealing with unfounded rumors.” The certifiable genius responded immediately, and I nodded.

“Well, all of that is true. Essentially, a brilliant virologist, Gordon Amherst, decided humans were obsolete and doing more harm than good, so he decided to help Mother Nature get some of her own back. Put humanity back in its place, part of the food chain rather than unopposed at the top.” I started my explanation, Cortana helpfully displaying the information on Amherst for Ellen via the semi-holographic display on the SHD tech she was using to project herself. “Smallpox, Dengue, Ebola, H1N1, Hantavirus, Marburg, and Swine Flu. All mixed together, all engineered. Ninety-percent fatality rate, seven-day incubation period with no symptoms of any kind, able to survive on any surface for a period of at least five months. It could be he also programmed in a ‘burn out’ time period for it, but that isn’t confirmed.”

“…Nasty. I would be impressed by the intellect and the talent required to make something like that if I wasn’t so appalled and horrified by the results. The UNSC never resorted to things like that, and neither did the Insurrectionists. Nuking, orbital bombardment, mass executions, all of that was on the table, but we never used something so deliberately tailored to cause extinction.” Ellen responded, looking very unhappy indeed.

I could understand that, from a purely clinical point of view, it was an incredible feat of genetic engineering. Brilliant, creative, difficult, it was the sort of thing that would ensure the immortalization of whomever was responsible. If it had been some sort of ultimate antibiotic, Amherst probably would have been one of the most revered men in all of human history. Instead, he had used his talents to try and destroy humanity.

“Indeed. So, the United States government activated the Strategic Homeland Division, irregular operatives activated during crisis to ensure continuation of governance and to restore national stability. They tried to lockdown the area around Ground Zero, it didn’t work. The Joint Task Forces, the combined emergency services and national guard, were ordered to pull out. The SHD agents were left out to dry. Several died, many were injured, and most were labeled as Rogue Agents because they were forced to go ‘off-mission’ due to the lack of manpower and support.”

“Even in my era, nobody did anything like this Amherst did. Mostly because people really didn’t have the know-how anymore, but still.” Cassie added distastefully, before gaining a thoughtful expression. “The SHD agents sound like a sort of irregular Judge’s Corps, as strange as the idea sounds to me. What about your own organization, or at least the one your body’s previous owner belonged to?”

I explained ‘our’ own purpose, and she pursed her lips in contemplation for a moment before shrugging and nodding acceptance, voicing her approval of the initiative, if not the lack of oversight that my own, ironically named organization received. That only made sense, given the actions that her own Organization and her own world considered appropriate and permissible.

“Great, fantastic, glad we’re all happy with each other’s ruthlessness.” Ellen groaned, rubbing her forehead with a roll of her eyes at the stupidity of this (to her) ancient and foolish version of humanity. Not like ONI was any better, really, than either Cassie or I. “So, what’s your plan? I know you have to have one, you wouldn’t have brought us here if you didn’t have a plan for handling things.”

“Well, half a plan anyway. Cortana is so far beyond anything that exists in this era it isn’t even funny, and you’re a genius with a PHD in Biology, amongst other things. Between the two of you, my Template Enhancements, and my meta-knowledge, we can recruit the salvageable members of the SHD First Wave. We get into Amherst’s hidden lab for all of his notes, we recruit some more big-brained people, and I stick all of you into a room to make a vaccine for this thing.”

“All the while collecting hot women to have sex with, right? Well, more hot women, since you already have the three of us.” Cortana added slyly, before laughing brightly as Ellen and I both flushed and looked away from one another, while Cassie became even more interested in the world outside the windows than was strictly necessary. “Let me guess, you want me to hack into the SHD tech of the First Wave agents in-city and start using the App?”

“Correct, more or less, but be subtle about it. Find out which Agents are trying to stay loyal and which ones went Rogue for a good reason or were declared Rogue for going off-mission when the JTF bailed on them. Use ISAC’s records and systems for that, then take over their SHD tech and start coordinating them, then send the app to them as an access point to a new Network. Link them up, help them avoid any enemies, and start funneling them towards buildings with sufficient networking that you can turn them into new safehouses. What district are we in?” I responded promptly, pushing aside the lewd thoughts her words had inspired, even as I side-eyed a blushing Ellen. I had picked her because of her technological talents, but damnit she was hot. Especially since she was in her outfit from the second game, not the first one. Cassie made a vaguely unhappy noise at the lack of attention to herself, having sensed my thoughts, and I responded by sending her a flood of images that would help redefine debauchery, all of which involved her out of her mind in sensual pleasure in one way or another.

She certainly seemed to find them arousing, judging by the way that she had to grip a window sill and began rubbing her legs together lightly. Being a psychic submissive must be fun, I mused to myself, because you got to experience everything you would experience before you got to experience it. Plus, she seemed really rather pleased by the fact that I had primarily picked her for her looks, not her combat or psychic potential.

“Midtown East, at the moment. There are seven Agents in the area. Jupiter, Venus, Mercury, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus, and Luna. They were supposed to lockdown and repair a power substation just inside the Dark Zone to try and get some power in there, then try to fortify the Plaza Hotel as a base of operations.” She responded promptly, and I nodded thoughtfully as she continued. “There are another dozen or so viable candidates spread throughout the Diamond District, and a handful hiding out in the Central Park Zoo.”

I contemplated that for a moment, even as I got to my feet and geared up. A memory occurred, (two memories really, a vague one from my ‘real’ self that jogged some rote memorization my ‘new’ self had done) and I snapped my fingers.

“Try to find Noble Squad. Uh, Cecillia Ann, Tony Garzia, Akil Hoopster, and Doug Sutton. They’re going to run into an ambush by a big group of Rikers they were tracking. All of them but Doug are killed in the initial fighting or executed while injured afterwards. He wiped them out later on, saved a real hardcore girl named April from them, before dying of his wounds.” I ordered, and she nodded with a noise of understanding as tiny windows began opening and closing around her, the lines of code that made up portions of her body moving ever-so-slightly faster.

“Prevent the ambush, they wipe out the Rikers, find their nest, save the girl, and then they all come to you. Got it, boss.” She responded, pausing for a moment before speaking up again. “Looks like they’re in Kips Bay right now, leaving the Safe House. I’ll start tracking them through their SHD tech and lend a hand when I spot the Rikers moving in. What are you going to do? Go after Jupiter’s team? Want me to soften them up a little?”

“Yeah, get started on all targets with the app, for that matter. If I can get to Jupiter’s team before things go downhill, I can head plenty of problems off and get some credits while I’m at it. Besides, I’ll be in the field pretty often, and I’ll want people I can trust not to betray me looking after Ellen while Cassie and I are in the field.” I agreed, tapping a few controls to bring up the map that my enhanced SHD tech provided and scrutinizing it.

“I can take of myself, you know, civilian or not.” Ellen grumbled a bit crossly, and I gave her a genuine, if slightly distracted smile that had her cheeks pinkening again.

“I know you can, Ella, but your ability to take care of yourself doesn’t mean I won’t take care of you too. Even the agents that I don’t capture will protect you to the death if they know that you’re working on a vaccine or a cure for the Green Poison.” I acknowledged, fully aware that she wasn’t a push over. Nobody who survived during the Covenant War was, and certainly not someone who had been deployed on a warship, even if they were only there because ONI had kidnapped them from their civilian laboratory.

“…Fine.” She mumbled, looking aside again, and I gave her another smile before refocusing on the task at hand. I knew, at some point, that Jupiter’s team would have a bad run in with some fire, thanks to the extensive damage Jupiter had had in the game. Logically, given the circumstances, her unit had run into some Cleaners and come off worse for it. Given that the Cleaners were city workers cum fanatical purgation specialists, and Jupiter’s team was heading for a power relay, it was probably some time over the course of this mission that the injuries took place.

Admittedly, the presence of Vivian Conley, the Warlord of New York that had been helping run the Cleaners a few months from now, was a part of the mission helped me reach that conclusion. Really, the only question in my mind was whether she had betrayed Jupiter’s squad to the Cleaners, or converted to their cause afterwards. It was a coin toss, really.

The problem was, while I had chosen the binding option that let me make progress with the greatest number of targets available, it was also one of the slowest options, and had fairly specific rules as well. The ‘breakpoints’ would require some creativity to surpass, not least of which is surpassing one required the target ‘did something they would normally be resistant to’. Of course, a less moral contractor might have their agents go around executing civilians or something in order to break them down, but I was trying to be something adjacent to a hero, so that was hardly an option.

Of course, I could use the Injection Mind-Altering Concoctions and capture one of them a day by hitting them with all five doses in one go, but that wasn’t any fun, and probably wouldn’t make Mesmera very happy. She was a romantic, even if her entire schtick was mind-control, and was also prone to lending a personal hand to her followers. Which is why I had gotten Faerie Feast and five Ingestible doses for my first MAC order. So, it would be time consuming, but fairly easy despite that fact.

Fortunately, between the Archduke of Eternity and (especially!) Mesmera patrons, I should be fine. Besides, I had chosen The Division’s world in order to be the epic commando type performing heroics and saving the world. If I had wanted to do things the easy and lazy way, I would have bought Nova from Starcraft and let her kill my enemies with the power of her brain in an effort to wrap things up quickly and find more women to conquer.

I, however, being a patient and clever man, would play things a little bit differently. By the time I caught up with Jupiter’s team, they would all be at a ‘breakpoint’. There was also the potential for Mesmera, being who and what she was, to make things a bit easier by ‘influencing’ one of my capture targets, and one of the targets I intended to keep at that. Granted, there weren’t many of those for this world, I wanted to avoid ‘waifu bloat’, but the patronage of the Archduke of Eternity meant that I could ‘release’ unwanted captures without losing their credits.

I paused, going back over that last mental  paragraph, and facepalmed before rapidly typing some commands into my smart device. If my first targets were all going to be at a breakpoint when I caught up to them, then obviously I wanted the MAC that allowed bypassing the breakpoint problem entirely.

My cock hardened at the idea of gathering some of the women I had in mind, not just in this world but in countless others, and I looked over at my quietly waiting scientist. Thanks to Hypnosis App, she came preprogrammed with exactly the sort of mentality that I wanted. Submissive to a fault, at least where I (and anyone designated by myself) was concerned, masochistic, as enamored with fetish as I was, and something of a brat.

From her, my eyes trailed to Anderson, who was now watching me with wide-eyes as she read my intentions. Unlike my bratty Ella, Cassie was programmed to be a baby girl, even if she didn’t know it yet. With the early death of her parents a regimented life growing up in the Judge Academies, the ostracization of being a ‘mutant’ in a world that saw them as tools or fetishes at best, and living in a world that would rape her into a drooling fuckdoll had her desperate to be pampered and cared for and protected when not on the battlefield.

“Cassie, stay on lookout for the time being.” I ordered, before turning my attention to Anders.

I snapped my fingers twice and watched with profound satisfaction as her head shot up to look at me before her eyes lowered again and she made her way over quickly, kneeling at my feet and looking away with a scowl.

“Hmph, snapping your fingers at me like I am some sort of dog. Don’t you have any shame at all, you pervert?” she grumbled, and I gave a soft rumble of amusement in response.

“What better way to get the attention of a horny bitch?” was my riposte, getting a slight gasp of ‘offense’ from the woman at my feet, her chin tilting up haughtily, though she still refrained from looking directly at me. Well, that was easily changed. “Eyes on me.”

Naturally, she ignored me at first, or at least it would seem so at first glance. While she didn’t look at me, instead giving an audible sniff of derision, her head did shift just so, allowing me to easily grip her chin in one large hand and turn her face towards me with little effort. She glowered up at me, a rosy blush spreading across her face, and I traced my thumb over her lips for a moment before pushing it between them. Her glower intensified, but she dutifully accepted the intrusion, sucking gently on the digit while my free hand worked on the zipper of my fatigues.

I felt her shudder and swallow as it whispered down the track, heard an imperceptible whimper of excitement as it’s journey finished and my hand reached within to fish out my now-throbbing shaft, and both felt and heard the throaty moan that she let loose when it finally came into view.

It, much like the rest of me, was larger than it had been in my previous life. I had never been small, but now I was most certainly over the other side of the line to ‘larger than average’. Fortunately, thanks to the calibrations I had purchased, none of the risks inherent to oversized objects penetrating her body in a sexual way existed any longer.

Using my grip on her chin to reel her in, I pressed my scientist’s face against her new object of worship, rubbing her face against my cock and balls, my hand sliding out of her way to wind it’s fingers through her mid-length hair. After nearly three full minutes of that, I pulled her head back and smirked down at her. She was trying hard to seem angry, but anyone with eyes could tell that she was enjoying herself.

“Is rubbing yourself all over my face supposed to get me off, or is that only thing you know how to do with that thing? Because if that’s the best you have to offer, I don’t think I’ll be screaming your name anytime soon.” She scoffed, voice husky with lust and shaky with need. I had to admire and appreciate her dedication to her tsun-tsun attitude in the literal face of my significant, swollen shaft.

“Oh, I fully intend to breed you like the bitch you are and leave you leaking from every hole you’ve got, Ella, but you need to earn it first. You need to earnmy cum, and you want to earn it don’t you?” I crooned, and she scoffed again.

“Why would I want anything to do with your cum? It’s probably thin, watery, bitter, and totally useless for breeding women, never mind women like me.” She sneered, and I responded by slapping her across the face with my cock. Apparently unimpressed, she continued. “Even if that wasn’t the case, ‘earning’ your cum probably wouldn’t take any time at all. All you big, strong, soldier types are exactly the same: all brawn, no balls. The only thing that you can shoot is a gun.”

Damn. If I didn’t know exactly why she was saying what she was saying, that might have actually hurt. As it was, I grinned a little savagely and tightened my grip on her hair, getting a hiss and a wince from her, before I lined her mouth up with the flared purple head of my cock. It rubbed across her lips, pre-cum smearing across them, and I felt a quick, feather-light caress from her tongue before I pulled down and jolted my hips in unison.

“!!”

The sound that she tried to make could hardly be described, short-lived as it was before her throat was filled with meat, but it was arousing all the same. I had hilted myself in a single movement, giving her everything that she could handle and more. Her lips, spread obscenely around my girth, were pressed against my base. Her chin was rubbing my scrotum, her nose buried in my pubes.

I left her there for almost two minutes, feeling her throat spasming around my cock as she swallowed, trying to breath, her hands latching around my wrist and clenching tightly. Only when her eyes started to roll, her grip moving from passionate to desperate, did I withdraw and allow her to breath. She inhaled deeply, great breaths of air sending her chest heaving in an entirely enthralling way.

“Ah, what a sight you are, Ella.” I murmured, stroking her cheek with my free hand for a moment as she continued filling her lungs, and I wasn’t lying. Drool and pre-cum stained her lips and chin, her cheeks were stained crimson, her eyes clouded with lust, the scent of sex and want filling the air around us. “So beautiful, so brilliant, so submissive.”

“Don’t...don’t think you’re hot shit just yet.” She rallied, though the way she licked her lip (which incidentally meant licking the tip of my cock) and the look in her eyes gave lie to her words. “You still haven’t made me cum, and I’m not into somnophilia.”

“Why would I want to fuck you while you’re unconscious? If you’re not awake, I can’t enjoy those cute little sounds and faces that you’ll make?” I asked, and she had half a moment to roll her eyes before I was filling her mouth again. This time, I wasn’t quite so passive, using my grip on her hair to move her mouth up and down on my shaft, hilting myself on every third thrust.

It only took a few minutes for her feigned disgust and resistance to crumble away and for her full energies to be dedicated to giving me a blowjob. Her efforts were clumsy, at first, but not inexperienced, and I realized with a jolt of amusement that it felt almost clinical. She had probably, at some point, literally read a book on having sex and making it enjoyable for both genders. Well, that was no way to enjoy yourself, I decided.

“Good girl, Ella. You’re keeping your teeth off of me, that’s good. Use your tongue on the base of my head, the underside. Use a flicking motion.” I instructed her with a firm, but soft tone, and I felt her begin to change her movements and actions in accordance with my guidance. I hardened further, enjoying her efforts more as she improved. “That’s it, good girl. Alternate sucking and licking, and hum on occasion. The vibrations inside your mouth will make me feel better. And don’t be afraid to get messy, there isn’t anything wrong with covering my dick in spit. It will make this more fun for both of us.”

She redoubled her efforts, and the hand on her head shifted from controlling her movements to gently stroking it, like she was a particularly obedient dog. Which was only appropriate, really. She seemed to appreciate the gesture, pressing her head against my hand as much as she could without fouling up her efforts at pleasuring me.

After a few more minutes, a mental command pulled a ‘trigger’ in my mind and I came in my scientist’s mouth. She squealed in surprise, before moaning deeply and starting to swallow as thick, warm seed flooded her mouth. Unlike most men, my cum would taste like her favorite food. It wasn’t an aphrodisiacyet, not without Sticky Fingers and its expansion, but she certainly wouldn’t be disliking the taste.

As the flow of cum started to slow, I began to withdraw slowly until only my tip remained inside, a tip she suckled on, eager to coax more of her new favorite meal from it’s sole source in the universe. A hastily given order stopped the movement of her throat, the cum pooling in her mouth until, as the flow petered off, it began to leak out the corners.

“Good girl. Show me.”

She opened her mouth and tilted her head back, showing me a maw and tongue painted white with cum. If my erection had started to flag in the slightest, which it hadn’t, it surely would have returned to full mast at the sight. I left her there for a moment, enjoying both the sight and the emotions that it gave me, before I allowed her to swallow one last time. She did so with relish, licking her lips to catch any stray drops and eyeing my cock hungrily.

“Turn away from me, on your hands and knees. Shoulders down, hips up, legs spread.” I order, reaching past her to shove to small coffee table off the rug. Unfortunately for the table, I in my passion forgot about the Template enhancements I had given myself, and so what was meant to be a hasty, light shove ended up splintering the damn thing against the far wall. Fortunately, Ella seemed to find the display of physical might more arousing than anything else, given the moan she let out and the speed that she moved into the ordained position. That, or she was so turned on she didn’t notice or care about anything else.

I crouched behind her, dominant hand reaching out to cup and caress the firm globe of her ass, and felt a swell of satisfaction as she rocked back into my grip, pressing herself against me. Something she was sure to be doing for a different, but infinitely more pleasurable experience. Gliding my fingers up to her waistband, enjoying the way she trembled in anticipation, I slid my fingers under the band and yanked them down to her knees. Exposing her winking asshole and weeping, parting sex. She was just as gorgeous as I had imagined, and she seemed to know it and take pride in my gaze, her hips swaying teasingly as she tried to focus my attention on her attributes. Not that I needed the help, though the display was certainly appreciated.

“How many men did you allow to fuck my pussy before you became mine, Ella? How many times did you let some worthless idiot get into your panties before you found your proper place beneath me?” I asked. Rumbled, really, the question deep in my chest, and she shuddered again before responding.

“You think I wasted time with the kind of horny trash that panted after me at university, or some random marine who would brag about how tight my pussy was the minute he got back to the barracks? Can you imagine the scuttlebutt that would have followed me if I had ‘let some worthless idiot’ pop the cherry of Katherine Halsey’s protégé? I never would have outrun it!” she breathed, sounding almost as bitter about the idea of being a bragging right as she was at the mention of Halsey.

Almost.

Well, I wasn’t interested in ruining the mood like that, and the knowledge that she was actually a virgin had my full and undivided attention. It also changed my plans slightly, because I (being a vaguely romantic fellow) had no interest in having her first experience with a cock in her cunt consist of being mounted and rutted from behind.

Still, she looked so incredibly tantalizing from here, and so eager as well. I would hate to disappoint either of us, never mind the avidly watching Cassie, by letting such a ripe opportunity to go to waste. So, when presented with such a perfect, delectable, untouched ass and pussy that I didn’t yet want to fuck so I could be making eye contact with the first woman to join my new family when I made her mine, I did what any reasonable dominant would do.

I smacked her ass.

Hard.

The sound she made was one of the most delightful things I had ever heard. A yip of shock coincided with the meaty slapping sound, her flesh rippling from the impact as her body rocked forward and back, before a loud, long, low moan poured from her throat. Kneading the freshly-abused flesh, I grinned in satisfaction and repeated the effort, over and over again. A symphony of pleasure fused with pain, a triumph of the deepest, most primal parts of our souls that made us both shiver in delight.

Some of my blows even landed on the perimeter of her soaked pussy, though not directly on it yet (I had no interest in driving her to orgasm just yet, after all), and she began to rock back into my blows a little more enthusiastically and forcefully than a simple pendulum effect would otherwise dictate.

Rolling her over, absently noting the well-trimmed landing strip of dark brown hair above her folds, I grabbed the tab of her jacket zipper and pulled it down. The ballistic-resistant clothing opened and was pushed aside to reveal a light T-shirt, which quickly fell victim to impatient hands as I simply tore it in half before doing the same to the bra beneath it. Any protests she might have wanted to make at the destruction of her clothing were silenced as my hands latched onto her breasts and began to play with them, bouncing them in my palms, squeezing them, and flicking the hard nipples that capped them. She arched her back as best she could, pressing them into my hands, even as her own hands came up cup my balls and cock, stroking it eagerly to keep it flush with blood.

Not that my shaft going limp was something we needed to be worried about, even without our Calibrations.

“So are you finally going to fuck me? You’ve spanked me, choked me on your cock, filled my stomach with cum and made me memorize your taste.” She murmured, breath coming in rapid pants that set her chest bouncing and swaying with the effort. “You going to take this big, thick, hard cock and break my soaked little pussy in, shape it so the only thing that can get me off is your dick, or are you just going to keep playing with my tits?”

“Who’d have thought that Ellen Anders, Triple PHD genius book-bunny with a tongue sharp enough to slice Titanium-A, was such a submissive, masochistic slut at heart?” I chuckled, moving one of my hands from a breast to stroke her cheek, and she rolled her eyes with a flush as I gave her a nod in permission. Her stroking stopped as her efforts turned to guidance, sliding the flared head of my cock through her folds to press up against her tight, untouched opening. I gave her a moment to prepare herself before pressing down, pushing inside of her inch by inch, slowly and steadily feeding her hungry sex more and more of my length until I reached her hymen. I wasn’t terribly surprised by that, she was a reclusive scientist after all. The kind of physical activity that could break a hymen before sex wasn’t exactly part of her preferred daily routine.

I paused again, and she made a vaguely discontented noise and rocked her hips, trying to take me deeper. Well, if she was that eager to have her cherry popped, and that unconcerned about any potential pain, who was I to deny her?

I withdrew slightly, hips coming back, before thrusting forward again with greater force. Punching through that thin membrane of flesh and pushing on until our hips were flush with one another. To my surprise, rather than scream out or cry in pain, Ellen gave a cry of bliss, her cunt spasming around me as a bit of fluid splashed against my pubic hair. Unless she was masochistic enough to enjoy losing her virginity, which I doubted, that probably meant that Sexual Calibration had taken my inherent desire to have her enjoy this and made the process painless.

Well, I certainly wasn’t going to be unhappy about that fact. Causing pain in my partners was limited to certain fields, and that wasn’t one of them.

“A-ahn~…” she finally vocalized as a smile spread across her face. Her hands, freed from their task of putting me where she wanted me, set about exploring the point where we were joined together. Her fingers traced her folds, spread wide around my invading (though, was it invading if you were invited in?) shaft, before brushing my pubic hair lightly. Her smile widened, the simple pleasure of succeeding at something, which in this case was taking my cock to her root without complaint or resistance, radiating from her expression. “Ahh, you’re so long and thick, god it feels like you’ll punch a hole in me and fuck my womb.”

“Don’t tempt me, Ella. I might just do it.” I rumbled, before slowly starting to withdraw from her depths. She whimpered unhappily at the emptiness within, trying to buck her hips up against mine to fill it once more, but a firm hand kept her down. Glancing over at Cassie, I smiled as I slowly started pushing inside once more. “Cassie, strip and come over here. You’re going to ride Ella’s face while I fuck her.”

“Yes sir.” She acknowledged immediately, turning away from the window (which she hadn’t been paying much attention to at all, despite her best efforts at remaining professional and keeping watch). Putting her Lawgiver aside, she striped quickly and clinically, clearly more interested in getting naked and on top of Ella’s mouth than she was in putting on a strip show for me.

I could understand that, even if I would have to instruct her properly in the future.

She was gorgeous, of course, slender with her smooth, occasionally-scarred skin stretched over subtle yet clearly powerful muscles that had been built up over years of training and preparation to take the field as a Judge of Mega City One. She was also bare of hair below her head, her pussy totally open to my gaze, and she smiled shyly and ducked her head as she spread her stance slightly to stand at parade rest.

If it hadn’t already been one of my favorite positions for submissives (did she get that from my head?), it would be now. With her hands behind her back, pushing her chest up and out, and the shoulder-width legs offered a tantalizing peak at her folds. She basked in my approval for a few moments, cheeks rosy with embarrassed, lustful delight, before carrying out her instructions and padding over to us.

She stood at Ella’s head, staring down at the moaning, hazy-eyed form of her fellow slut, clearly contemplating the best way to obey. Naturally, the best thing to do would be to rest that plump ass on Ella’s breasts and ride her face from there, but she seemed reluctant. If I had to guess, given the circumstances, she wanted to be face to face with me.

I approved wholeheartedly, something that seemed to please her, and she made her way into position quickly and carefully, before finding the position that suited her best. Once she was pleased, Ella’s body rocking beneath her legs from the thrusts that I had continued making throughout the entire process, she looked up at me from beneath her eyelashes intently and leaned forward, bracing herself on Ella’s breasts.

I knew what she was after and mimicked her motion, our lips meeting even as I continued to fuck the woman beneath us both with long, slow, steady strokes. Cassie’s lips were soft and full and tasted faintly of strawberry. I didn’t know if that was all in my head or if chapstick was still a thing in the post-apocalytpic world of 2000 A.D., but that thought was a small and irrelevant one somewhere in the back of my mind. No, the only important thoughts I should be having right now was the amazing feeling of Ella’s sheath around my sword and Cassie’s mouth on mine.

Her lack of experience was as obvious as Ella’s, as was her enthusiasm, as she sucked and nipped and kissed my lips, and I reached out to weave one hand’s fingers through her hair to hold her in place as I took control, teeth causing brief pain that I soothed with gentle strokes of my tongue. Tentatively, almost like a small animal cautiously creeping out of its cave, her own tongue came out to play, fumbling about to awkwardly tangle with mine, and she gasped into my mouth as a muffled cry came from between her legs. The way my cute little scientist tightened around me told me exactly what had just happened, and from the way Cassie was rocking her hips, my Judge wasn’t far behind. Good, let the cute little virgins cum. It certainly wouldn’t be the last time that they did that today.

I kept fucking Ella through her orgasm, merciless, her increased and extended cries of bliss into Cassie’s folds sending the blonde over the edge as well, and she slumped forward against my chest and rested on it as she panted and moaned as Ellen licked her through the aftershocks.

The air in the apartment reeked of sex, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing beneath moans and cries and whispers and shouted words like a symphony of sin, with myself as the conductor and star performer.

I was pounding into Ella now, eager pack her womb full of cum, eager to practice for the day I fucked her first baby into her. Eager to give her what she so desperately wanted, and eager to feel that incredible peak of pleasure again myself. Cassie, for her part, was still pressed against my chest, head over my heart as she contorted herself to an angle only possible for the exquisitely trained and highly flexible in order to hold me and keep her cunt on our mutual lover’s mouth at the same time. I’d have to compliment her on that later, and experiment as well. Such flexibility…to waste it would be a grave crime indeed.

My girls came again, crying out in unison as they shuddered and writhed and clenched, and I let myself tumble into ecstasy as well, hitting my deepest point yet and pouring a thick flood of cum directly into Ellen’s womb. Cassie slumped to the side, leaning up against the couch as I pulled Ellen upright, holding her close to my chest as our orgasms tapered off, and she wrapped her arms around me and clung tightly as she buried her face in my neck. Finally, the last few drops were wrung free of me and the aftercare could begin.

They pressed themselves close to me, seeking comfort and affection from proximity, even as my softening cock slowly started to slide out of Ellen, and I set one hand to work providing it to each of them. Cassie was pulled close, languid fingers running through her locks, while gentle, circular rubs were made on Ellen’s back. For my part, as my limbs continued their automatic, almost instinctual motions, I just leaned back against the side of the couch and enjoyed the warmth and the press of the soft flesh providing it against my own.

“Well now, isn’t that interesting. I track down one of my comrades and find him fucking two bitches instead of hunting down our targets and hanging them from the lampposts.” A cruelly amused male voice broke through my reverie, and my eyes snapped open, arms pulling my girls closer still, as I beheld the form of the speaker.

Standing on the other side of the apartment, eyes empty of any positive emotion, face and physical features concealed by ballistic armor and equipment pouches, stood the form of another Hunter.

Fuck.

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Super long chapter one, yay? Threesome, right off the bat, yay! Cassie only got eaten out, boo! A probably-not-friendly Hunter has found our intrepid, horny heroes! Oh no!