In this deranged world, tales of amateurs prone to bizarre acts of copulation emerge like the nightly sneers of devils. What this world lacks in fresh and imaginative inventiveness, it more than makes up for in sheer outlandishness.
The floor is wet with sex. The halls smell of pussy, seed, cock and masculine body odor. I should be disgusted, but I’m not.
I’m turned on.
“Are you all right?” Kalxor asks, lips brushing the top of my ear.
“Why have you taken me here?” I ask. “What on Earth could this place show me?”
My blood runs cold. All five senses are warning me to get the hell out of this revolting palace of sin, debauchery, sex and lawlessness. But there’s no one here to scold me for staring, to spank me for my bad behavior. No one except Kalxor, and he’s not even real.
Yes, I can do anything I want here.
No regrets. No repercussions.
Is it wrong to crave something so deplorable and animalistic, savage, and cruel? To be fucked for the sake of being fucked, held down and driven tit-first into the ground?
Is it wrong to be held as tight as you can, to relish in the warm excess of an alpha’s fuck?
My entire life has been me wanting to please authority figures in my life to make up for what my father never gave me. To feel good enough. To feel in control. But I was never going to get that in the outside world. The closure I sought at those support meetings never came.
I had to come here to find myself. And though I’m petrified with shock,
this is everything I’ve bargained for.
There are faint murmurs from foaming mouths, latching tongues, sucking the foulest incantations from outstretched, desperate lips.
This place is filled with depravity. The characters have discovered something deep inside them that needs to be let out, a primitive urge to fuck and breed without consequence.
A woman exhales and laughs, spit glazing her lips. Her eyes are sharp like daggers, inviting, yet menacing all at once.
“Join us, darling,” she grunts. “There's lots of fun to be had here.”
“Let’s keep moving,” Kalxor growls and nudges me forward.
I don’t want to be one to pass up an opportunity, but one cyborg is more than I can handle. I proceed out of the long hallway and into the blinding blackness of a large antechamber.
Inside, motionless walls of glass distort and manipulate our reflections. We meander further into this maze, and soon, I can no longer see anything but the many versions of ourselves staring back at our naked bodies. There's an air of inevitability to our entrance, as if destiny has taken over, leaving everything up to fate.
There is no time to make any adjustments. I can’t take notes, can’t alert Elon of what is happening here. A brutal alien has me under his control, and I’m eagerly following his lead.
I’m mesmerized by the character’s ingenuity.
I swallow. It feels as if my heart has stopped, but I’m wide awake and conscious. And I can’t stop staring at the strange bodies grinding together in my peripheral.
There really is something here for everyone. Elon made sure of that.
“Kalxor, where are you taking me?” I ask.
My alien captor leads me by my neck in silence. His eyes are coppery red, daunting, and evaluating the room. They seem to tell me he is hiding something.
There is something more to this place than sex.
He clicks his tongue against his teeth, like he is chewing on something thick and meaty, and suddenly, I'm swept away. I feel myself approaching another door. After a long moment, I hear something banging on the other side, fists that pound with an unmatched fury.
Then the door thrusts open. Three beasts tower near a leather sex swing, and I can barely make out another set of leather straps attached to the chains.
And that’s when I realize this isn’t going to be easy. It’s not just fun and games. This is punishment. This is a simulated experience of master and servant, and Elon has nothing to do with it.