0 comments/ 15581 views/ 7 favorites Ergo Proxy Ch. 01 By: DespairEternity Chapter One: A Sensual Awakening Author's note: This is my first submission. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Japanese anime, it is very different from American cartoons. Japanese anime is much more explicit, graphic in nature, and sometimes very dark in its expression of story and plot. Ergo Proxy is my personal favorite anime; for those who are interested I highly recommend investing sometime in the series. The whole premise of Ergo Proxy revolves around a barren Earth after a series of environmental disasters. The human race has retreated to the relative safety of space, awaiting a time when the Earth will heal itself and support life once more. In its place, the humans have left a species of genetic humanoid called Proxy; virtual super beings to protect and advance what is left of human society within protective domed city-states. These proxies are the creators of these domes, the demigod stewards of human society within tailored protective surroundings. The series is centered on two beings in the city-state of Romdo, one of the few remaining protective "utopia" against the ravages of a barren and poisonous Earth: Re-l Mayor (spelled as Real Mayor {ree-al mea-yohr} in the English version and {ree-ru mei-yohr} in its original Japanese) is the grand-daughter of the current Regent or top political officer and leader of Romdo. She is an agent of Romdo's Intelligence Bureau, tasked with maintaining the fragile peace and contentment of the city-state's citizenry. Vincent Law is a refugee from Mosk, another city-state destroyed in a war between Romdo. Vincent is a low-level repair technician for Autoreiv, robotic servants and companions for the citizens of Romdo. Vincent is determined to become a citizen of this "utopia"; bent on doing nearly anything to obtain his goals. He suffers from acute amnesia with little or no memories of his past or home and he is completely smitten by Re-l. Re-l in turn treats Vincent like a pile of dog refuse she has had the misfortune of stepping in. In secret Vincent Law is Ergo Proxy, the creator of Romdo city and its erstwhile protector. Ergo Proxy hides his true form within a humanoid shell, in hopes of living out his existence in relative obscurity. Ergo has purposely washed any memory of his true self in hopes of escaping his destiny and a time known as the "Awakening". The awakening is a fail-safe mechanism built into every proxy, a design to seek out and destroy other proxy like himself. This destructive nature comes as the Earth begins to support life once more, prompting the rest of humanity to return and begin anew. The proxy are only meant to be the stewards, not the kings in this new world order. Each and every proxy must be destroyed before the human race can regain its place on Earth. Its prime creation, the alpha and omega of protection, is Ergo Proxy: the bringer of death. Only he contains the key to mankind's continuance or its eventual destruction. This story is my own creation. I incorporate scenes and plot from the original anime and twist it to transform my own vision of what really would happen between these two people. Most of the scenes include graphic sexual and violent references from the depths of my own demented imagination. For those of you who have seen the anime, you know the Re-l character is smoking hot and any man with a pulse would want to tap that ass. This narrative allows me to explore such avenues of depravity and fantasy to fulfill what obviously must be missing from the original show. I also intend to conclude what happens to the characters after the show ended. My hope is that you will enjoy and value my own twisted view of fiction, and appreciate the abundant imagination that comes from the fragile mind of a man who maintains a minimal sense of normality due in no small part to the American pharmaceutical industry. In short, enjoy the story and do not dwell on the fact that it comes from a self-described crazy person. ***With this knowledge let the perversion begin*** Re-l Mayor walked through dimly lit hall of the Autoreiv Repair and Reclamation facility located in the heart of the immigrant district. If it were not for the important work these immigrants performed for the ordinary citizenry, she would gladly see these buildings (and its inhabitants) demolished. These aging buildings and structures were a perpetual eye-sore in Romdo. A freckle, a hideous blemish on the otherwise flawless ivory skin that was Romdo. God! How she hated immigrants! They were so weak and contrite in their demeanor. Everywhere she went she was greeted by tops of heads and abject bows, a constant reminder of her status as citizen. Never had one of these sniveling excuse for humans had the spine to look her directly in the eye; not once had she had the pleasure of meeting a single immigrant who would look squarely upon her countenance and judge her for herself and her beauty, and not as a citizen or an agent of the Intelligence Bureau. Even now she had the director this facility falling over himself in profuse politeness and sickening humility before her person. This tiny wisp of a man was doing everything in his power to praise and compliment her very existence while apologizing for his own. If only one of these immigrants would exhibit an ounce of spinal column, she might gain something resembling respect for these bumbling fools. "As you can see your Highness, we are the epitome of productivity and efficiency in this district, dare I say in all of Romdo," continued the facility director. This poor excuse for the Y chromosome continued his hyperbolic rhetoric for ten more minutes, touting the worth of his facility to the state while maintaining a demeanor of servitude in her presence. A man expounding and bragging the worth of his workers, while denying his own. The irony would be humorous if it were not completely true. This man was not even hypocritical in his speech. He actually believed his worthlessness at the same time expressing HIS facilities' accomplishments. Even the callous undertone of contempt and hatred would be welcome to her at this point. But no. The mindless drone of hyperbole continued unabated. She was getting dangerously close to telling this annoying speck of a man to fuck off when she saw HIM. A man was in the facility cafeteria busily picking at a cooling bowl of soup. He was an average looking man in appearance. The orange jump-suit of an Autoreiv technician did nothing to accentuate his physical character. He was just over 6' tall and could not be more than 150 lbs. soaking wet. His jet-black hair slicked down over his eyes, with a god-awful tuft of hair sticking straight up over the crown of his head in a rooster tail. Just another immigrant, just another mindless drone of a worm with no spine she imagined. She would have continued in this line of thought if he had not chosen that moment to focus his eyes on her. As he lifted his head to address his Autoreiv, their eyes met. For the briefest of moments the world around her faded into the blackness of oblivion, her full attention bearing down upon those eyes. A pair of emerald green eyes with just a touch of gray stared back at her with all the intensity of a focused plasma cutter. In those eyes she felt herself melting into an emerald stare of such animalistic fury she was finding it difficult in maintaining her equilibrium. As she continued to be lost within those eyes, she noticed a brief glimpse of sadness hidden amongst all the raw emotional magnetism. It was as if a dark cloud passed briefly in front of the sun; darkening, if only for a moment, this perfect emerald pool of clarity. In this moment, this briefest of glimpses, her soul ached to relieve this darkness from his visage. And then the moment passed and it was gone. The man quickly realized who she really was and averted his gaze once more to his soup. His cheeks burning crimson, as if chastising his body for daring to lay eyes upon such a thing of beauty. Re-l immediately felt the disgust and hatred bubble back to the surface. She instantly berated herself for allowing one such as him to make her feel...feel so wanted, so needed. She ordered the small entourage to continue with the inspection; once again the director's mouth began spewing forth his worthless drivel. She decided to turn her anger and disgust towards this swine for the duration of the visit. *********************************** Vincent Law quietly cursed at his own stupidity. Why had he done what he did? Why had he allowed his eyes to remain locked with hers for so long? His cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal. She was an absolute vision of beauty. He knew who she was. Everyone knew who she was. She was the regent's granddaughter: Re-l Mayor. Never before had he known there was a creature left on this cursed planet that was as beautiful as she. She stood 5'5" and could be no more than 105 lbs. Her black designer clothing hung very tightly over her body. With every breath she took he noticed an ample bosom rise and fall, making the simplest acts of breathing highly erotic. Her raven black hair reached passed her shoulders, and only God himself knew where it ended. Her face was a masterpiece. There was not a blemish that dared mark her exquisite face. Re-l's nose sat proudly marking the equatorial hemispheres between her gorgeous, soft brown eyes and those luscious, full bodied lips stained blood red with what must have been a very expensive designer lipstick. Only the best was even considered allowed to grace such lips. The mere thought of those lips wrapped warmly around his...he snapped out of his reverie. He had a full day's work ahead of him. He could not afford to entertain such thoughts. Even though he would gladly live a pauper's life just to reminisce of her countenance once more. His assigned Autoreiv Dorothy caused him to focus once more upon more pressing matters. The polite, yet monotone female voice continued to expound upon today's appointments and the necessary tools required for each. Vincent found it increasingly difficult to recover his full attention, fragments continued to linger of his dark angel. He resigned himself to rise to his feet and continue in this bleak existence for another day; anything...anything for a chance at citizenship. But would citizenship allow him what his body truly wanted? "Never in a million years!" his brain continued to repeat for the thousandth time. ******************************** As her own Autoreiv Iggy adroitly directed the car through the busy freeway, Re-l was lost within the realm of her own thoughts. None of which involved the official dossier spread out on the back seat next to her. Official Memorandum Director of Bureau of Intelligence The number of cases surrounding this latest outbreak of Autoreiv related violence has reached its Zenith. The malicious virus now officially labeled as The Cogito Virus has long been known to affect only the silicone - synaptic brains of humanoid-type AI (i.e. Autoreiv). At this time, there is no counter to this virus. Containment, isolation, and ultimately termination are our only means of quickly, and quietly restoring the peace and harmony that is paramount in Romdo. I am therefore ordering all agents of the Bureau of Intelligence to immediately terminate any and all Autoreivs that exhibit symptoms of infection. I do not need to remind you of the panic and hysteria that would result if this information became public knowledge. Officials of the ARR (Autoreiv Repair and Reclamation) have also been ordered to inform their technicians of the sensitivity of this new viral infection. Technical staff are also ordered to immediately deactivate and terminate any Autoreivs suspected of infection. Any personnel that disregard or disobey these orders will be subject to Regent Tribunal and summary execution or banishment from Romdo. End. Re-l involuntarily shuddered at this last sentence. There have been many individuals banished from Romdo in the last few years. Many citizens finding that their "utopia" is not so ideal after all; reminded that peace and tranquility are only gained through obedience and complicity. For these poor, disillusioned bastards foolish enough to go against the state, they quickly discover that the Regency does not tolerate dissension in their society. Those unfortunate enough to escape summary execution are quickly and unceremoniously thrown into the garbage chutes and ejected with the rest of the trash. Death is still the same outcome. But outside death comes for one more slowly and more painfully than through the barrel of a firing squad. She had heard of people able to survive in the outside world. She understood that there are those whose immune systems are able to combat the toxins and poisons so prevalent in the natural atmosphere. Mortality rates are still extremely high, but there are those who will survive. Whether they consider themselves lucky or not is too subjective to speculate upon. Either way it is not a happy circumstance to dwell upon in polite society. Re-l often wondered if her status as the regent's granddaughter would save her from a similar fate. True, her blood line had significantly improved her role within certain social circles and definitely allowed her to quickly rise through the ranks of the bureau. But there was a small part of her that always wondered what her fate would be if she ever decided to disobey. She doubted highly that blood is thick enough to escape punishment. At worse she would simply disappear with the rest of the garbage into oblivion and subsequent obscurity. At best she would be executed at the hands of the Regency and then be regaled as a fallen hero and awarded a state funeral. The latter made her chuckle with amusement. Just one more perverted joke to add to a never ending succession of perverse jokes in this place. God! How she despised and hated this utopian dictatorship! How she despised her grandfather! With this last thought Re-l threw the dossier away in disgust and ordered Iggy to take her home. She was far too angry and fatigued to give a flying fuck what her grandfather wanted. ****************************** Vincent Law was exhausted. He had spent the duration of the afternoon at the home of the Minister of Justice. An urgent call had summoned him before the lady of the house. When he was ushered into the foyer, the wife gave him a cursory glance then decided that he was beneath her attention. She simply pointed to a small object lying on the floor. "She's broken! Fix her!", the lady of the house spat at him in contempt. Vincent quickly made his way over to a small companion Autoreiv. The Autoreiv was a small girl dressed in pink foot-ie pajamas with a hood that oddly reminded him of a rabbit. Vincent quickly and adroitly went to work diagnosing and repairing the small girl. When he was finished he powered the unit on. The little girl abruptly sat up and began spouting mindless chatter at her "mother". "Application off", Vincent ordered. This command quickly turned off whatever persona the Autoreiv was programmed with and allowed more direct or cursory commands to be given without the personality lashing back at you. The child simply sat there with a blank stare on her face until it was given a command to continue. "The unit's power cells needed recharging. This unit is supposed to recharge every 4 - 6 hours every day. I would suggest being more careful in what you allow her to do." Vincent admonished this shrew of a woman. She haughtily spat at him, "What do I care? My husband is the one who is enamored with his "daughter". I simply don't understand his reasoning. The state, after all, just granted us a real child. When the baby arrives, his daughter will simply go out with the rest of the trash. Stupid little man." As he was summarily thrown out of the house after announcing his prognosis, Vincent wondered why the hell such a woman was allowed a human child. I guess political and social connections count more than common sense. God! He felt horrible for whatever child was forced to feed at this frigid bitch's tit. Perhaps the Autoreiv would contract the Cogito virus and slice this woman's throat for good measure before being destroyed. Vincent quickly chastised himself; he shouldn't think that way of a citizen. No matter how frigid and horrible a bitch she may be. He was making his way home after work on his speeder. Weaving in and out of traffic trying to beat the late afternoon rush hour. He turned on to a quiet street that led to his apartment. He needed something to eat and a shower. He smelt like a barnyard. He mused that this was the real reason, and not for his immigrant status, the woman had looked at him like she just tasted ass. He was amused at how wonderful it would be to shove his hard cock straight up her ass and make that frigid woman moan like a bitch in heat. However, the thought of sex quickly morphed his partner from this woman into Re-l Mayor. He continued to fantasize about her ivory skin shaded in a hue of arousal as he penetrated her moist snatch over and over again until she was spasming and cumming all over his slick fuck rod. Then he would unload his torrent of spunk directly up her fuck box until he..... At this moment Vincent blacked out and his speeder careened of the road. ***************************** Re-l was glad to be home. This was the one place she was allowed peace and solitude without that blasted Autoreiv hovering around her. She was grateful for Iggy, he did so much for her; but she knew that her grandfather had secretly programmed his visual array to transmit to Regency headquarters. A simple if voyeuristic way of keeping tabs on her. She quickly disrobed to her panties and small undershirt and stood a moment admiring herself in the mirror. Re-l was infinitely proud of her body. Her well-toned abs and legs allowed her to wear practically anything without fear of looking bad in it. Her small, heart shaped ass was the envy of every girl she came in contact with, and of course, he bountiful breasts were large and perky. She proudly looked at how her C-cup breasts filled out her small top that served as a bra. She admired the shape of her thighs as they curved towards the valley of her womanhood. She had had many lovers, if you could call them that. She was never under the illusion that she loved any of them. They were simply a way to relieve sexual tension and afford her body the physical attention it desired. But far too often these men (and some women) had left her wanting more...more size, more stamina, more everything. Her eyes began to glaze over in the mirror...her eyes...his eyes....HIS eyes...why was she suddenly thinking of that hapless immigrant at the ARR? She allowed herself, her imagination to take her in this direction. His eyes. Fuck! They were intoxicating. Re-l had never before seen eyes such as these. They were warm and gorgeous. They were filled with a wanton confidence and sexuality that just made her want to melt...but there was also this....this sadness...she had never before seen such a sadness in a man's eyes. It was not very evident, if it wasn't for how intently she was taken into those eyes, she would have missed it. This flicker of genuine anguish in these eyes cried out for love...for someone to help remove the pain from them. Despite her cold exterior and haughty nature, she found the sadness endearing and immediately found herself wanting to coax, to soothe the sadness, that flicker of storm away from those eyes forever. As she continued to fantasize, Re-l found herself continually getting more and more turned on. She was allowing herself to be turned on by that immigrant. This weak looking man with that horrid hairstyle. She admitted to herself she could tell nothing of his physical appearance other than his face. Those ugly jumpsuits removed the slightest hint of masculinity, making even the best looking men look boring and mundane. But it was his eyes! Those eyes spoke so much of confidence, and energy, and....and love. That was it! There was the faintest flicker of love in those eyes. A man she had never seen before... Re-l returned with a start to reality. She had been mildly touching herself for the last five minutes, her panties increasingly moist with her arousal. She decided the water had run long enough in the shower and she made her way to the bathroom, the room quickly filled up with steam as the heated water condensed on the tiled surfaces. The mirror was coated with a thin film of con...there was something written on the mirror...the word "awakening". Ergo Proxy Ch. 01 ****************************** The movement was so quick she never even knew the thing was standing behind her. She knew the door was locked and the security system engaged. How had this thing gotten in? Before she could register or even formulate a response to her own query, she was spun around so quickly it took a split-second for her vision to stabilize. Before her stood a man...at least she thought it was a man...but something was different. This "man" was covered in a fine coal-gray fur, with sharpened nails...claws actually. His body was covered in a dark red robe that exposed his chest. His face was partially covered by what she could only describe as a kabuki mask. He was a giant next to her. He stood almost 7 feet tall with bulging muscles. His chest was large and heaving up and down in synchronous harmony with her own. She watched as his pectoral muscles involuntarily twitched as she examined them. Her gaze continued downward toward his...she gasped...it was fucking huge! He was disrobed, naked below the waste. His genitalia was open to her view in all its glory. She could only guess at its size. It must have been at least12 inches with a 3 inch girth. Its balls were like large stones hanging proudly below this thing's cock. She couldn't help herself, she was aroused. What heterosexual woman would not be? Fuck, even lesbians would forgo their oaths to fuck this thing. But it was his eyes that drew her attention. This thing had the same intense green eyes that the man in the cafeteria had. She knew it to be an impossibility, but she wondered whether this thing and that man were one and the same. There was a wanton hunger in his eyes. A fire not seen before with the immigrant in the cafeteria. The emerald green seemed to be even darker in the pale light of her bathroom. She fought to find her voice, to squeak out a cry for help, a question, anything. He simply continued to stare, the hunger increasing in his eyes. These eyes had more of an affect on her than before, it that were possible. She felt her body grow warm to the touch and her balance became unsteady, threatening to give out at any moment. She began to breathe with a greater intensity as she fought to maintain her composure. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, to flee away from this thing; but these emotions paled to her growing arousal. Her rational mind was quickly losing a battle to her baser, more primal self. More than anything...at this moment...she wanted him. At this moment the beast opened its mouth and exhaled a hot breath. The hot breath reached her nostrils. She could smell his sex on his breath. That primal intensity was attacking the last shred of rationality left in her brain, her olfactory senses overloaded with a shock and she lost it. She cried out! My God! She was orgasming, riding an intense wave of pleasure. Her heightened sense of awareness, her fear, and her arousal had culminated in an earth-shattering orgasm that made her knees buckle. And he had not even laid a finger on her. She collapsed, crying out in confusion and pleasure. She sat there in a heap, shuddering quietly as she waited for the orgasm to wash over her. The beast chose this moment to speak. "I have come for you Re-l Mayor", he spoke in a deep, gravel voice. "I have come to feast upon your womanly gifts. I am your creator, your proxy. It is my right to take what I have bestowed upon you. But I ask that you give them to me freely. What say you?" his voice echoed, reverberating off the tiled bathroom wall. She couldn't answer. She was still whimpering softly. Her rational mind and logical response mechanisms had been completely destroyed. She could not think clearly. All she felt was the pleasure he had given her, the pleasure she wanted him to give her. He was her creator, her proxy? Re-l had no idea what any of this meant. He said he could take if necessary, but he was asking...asking her permission to submit of her own free will. She looked up into those eyes...that emerald, intoxicating eyes...she nodded only once. Once is all it took. Some of the fiery intensity in the beast's eyes softened to a warmth that seemed to radiate throughout his entire body. He gently bent over and picked her up, gathering her into his arms. His strong arms cradled her closely to him. She immediately felt a warmth, a peace fall over her body like a warm blanket. She felt safe with this creature, secure knowing that what was about to happen was for her benefit. She wanted, she needed this to happen. He quietly crossed the threshold to her bedroom. For the first time Re-l was noticing her surroundings. There was a large, gaping hole where a wall had once stood. The beast had made his own entrance to gain access to her. But none of that mattered now. Now she was safely locked in his embrace. Out of instinct and arousal, she curled up closer to him, forcing him to embrace her further. She mewled like a kitten at him and began nudging and licking his large nipple. She felt a small shudder run up his spine; she smiled at herself, knowing her ministrations were not unappreciated. The creature quietly lay her down in the middle of the bed. He then disrobed in his entirety. He made a quick movement to remove her garments. She was amazed at his speed, but she was able to stop him. For the briefest of moments, the intense flame returned to his eyes, but quickly softened as she made a reach for her top. She quickly removed the offending garment over her head, setting free her glorious orbs. A moment later the panties, now soaked and useless, were together with its garment companion. They stood less than two feet apart, evaluating one another. His body was strong and muscular, his thighs and legs matching the sculpted biceps and muscular pectorals. She found herself blushing with arousal as those gorgeous, intoxicating eyes moved up and down her body, drinking in every nubile inch of her delectable figure. She found her pussy was spewing forth mountainous volumes of nectar as his stare continued to arouse her further. She motioned with his finger to step closer. He did so and wrapped his arms around her gentle frame; bring his face closer to her pouting lips. The only barrier remaining was the kabuki mask hiding his face. She made a movement to remove the mask, but a strong, yet gentle hand stopped her. "Not yet little one! The time will come when you see me in my entirety. But certain things must happen before you can see me as I truly am.", he said. His words seem to admonish and soothe at the same time. One thing was certain. This would not be the last encounter they had together. She relented, allowing the mystery to remain. In part, it increased her arousal even more. A mystery, a final piece of the puzzle to be solved. "But I want to taste your lips. How can I with the mask?" she asked. She desperately wanted to taste him. To drive her tongue between his lips and make him want her even more. The beast pondered for a moment. He took his kimono-style robe and tore a thin piece of cloth from the bottom. He placed the cloth over her eyes, blinding her to his advances. This only seemed to increase her arousal. The uncertainty was driving her mad with anticipation. She heard the beast remove the mask and she gasped as his strong hand took hold of her slender right hand and brought it tenderly to his face. She amazed at the touch of his skin. Even though there was a thin film of fur, she could feel the skin move underneath her touch. The man, the beast, this thing was handsome. His jaw was large and chiseled. She placed a hand around his neck and gently motioned him to her lips. Their first embrace sent pleasure shooting down her spine. Her vaginal walls convulsed, opening and closing, anticipating his eventual penetration. For the first time, she noticed the presence of fangs. His teeth were sharp and elongated, but his touch was so gentle and kind. His breath was warm and enticing. She slid her tongue along the roof of his mouth, chasing after his own. They continued like this for some time. Their hands exploring everywhere. She gasped as his hands slipped over the womanly curves of her heart-shaped ass. The sensation of fur on her ass brought a new pleasure to her already overloaded system. She shuddered as a small orgasm washed over her. She mewled and squealed into his mouth as fireworks short-circuited her visual cortex. The blindfold was denying her sight, but it was heightening her other senses. After her orgasm subsided, he ordered her to lie down on the bed. She lay there in anticipation, sensing his large body hovering over her. She could, for the briefest of moments, feel his massive girth brush against her navel, poking tentatively. She giggled and moaned at this new sensation. She felt his weight shift as he used his large tongue to lick from her chin, down her neck, and between the valley of her breasts; this caused a considerable shudder of pleasure to run through her. It started in her toes, and quickly ran up her spine. Her nipples knotted and harden at his attentions. The tiny buds elongated, hoping to entice his oral servitude. The beast noticed this and quickly moved his mouth to encase the top of her right breast. He breathed hot and moist air on her nipple, causing it to harden further. She moaned almost continually as he continued to worship and nurse her tits. She loved the attention, but her loins and the heat emanating from between her legs was becoming unbearable. She became more agitated, rubbing her legs together in increased impatience and anticipation. The beast seemed to sense this and whispered, "It seems as if your pussy needs some attention." Re-l had never been a vocal lover. She had always gone through the necessary motions with her past lovers, but never vocally encouraging her partners or directing them to fulfill a specific need. However, with this beast she was almost compelled to whimper a reply. "Oh yes please! God I am so wet for you! Won't you please pay attention to my little pussy and clitty! Lick my fuck box with that enormous tongue of yours. Beat me! Use me! Fuck me with that gigantic cock of yours until I am broken!" she screamed. Clearly the euphoria had driven her stark-raving mad with lust. But she didn't care. She was feeling so sexy, so naughty, so wanted. Re-l knew she needed his cock buried deep within the recesses of her pussy, stretching and demolishing her tiny fuck hole. This last sentence elicited a lust-filled growl from the beast. She felt the weight removed from the bed. For the briefest of moments, she worried he would leave her completely unattended. Her fears were quickly extinguished when she felt his strong hands grab her ankles and drag her ass closer to the edge of the bed. In the next instant, she felt his gigantic tongue attacking her engorged sex. Her back spasmed and her spine locked. Her shoulder blades were drawn back as she arched her back, thrusting her tits forward. She threw her head back and whimpered, moaning at his expert cunninglus. The beast continued his ministrations; gently running the length of her vulva, periodically brushing ever so slightly against her clitoris. She was awash in a continual blanket of a warm euphoria. Never before had anyone shown such tender attention and restraint. Previous lovers had merely licked her clitoris until she was wet enough to penetrate. But this. This was bringing her to a whole new level of orgasmic understanding; she knew the next time she was brought to the precipice of her orgasm, she may never recover from the fall. It didn't matter though. Even if she lost her mind to the overload of chemical stimulation of endorphins flooding her system, she would gladly welcome such a feeling. The beast continued his assault upon her engorged sex. The vulva were so engorged with blood, the lips pulsated with her increased heart rate. This beast, though terrifying in appearance, was more gentle and attentive than any person she had yet to meet. He was not merely bringing pleasure and arousal as a means to an end; this beast was worshiping at the altar that was her womanhood. She could actually feel the beast's emotions through his tongue; she could feel not only the physical bliss this oral appendage was bringing, but a sweet devotion as well. He wanted to do this for her. With this thought she felt her heart rate increase; the beast had moved his attention to the tiny nub above her lips, her clitoris. The pleasure was indescribable. He was using the flat part of his tongue to entice her towards an orgasm. The rough bumps of his taste buds acted like a thousand tiny hands massaging and loving her clit. She could almost feel each tiny bump and ridge along his massive tongue. She was close, oh so close! The beast, who had been silently monitoring her increased breathing and heart rate, noticed the ragged sensuality now so vocal with every exhale. It was time. The beast clamped down on her pussy, sucking and nibbling her clit, Re-l bucked her hips and arched her back. She came. Oh God! Never before had such an orgasm been imaginable. The beast watched with increasing enjoyment as his ministrations bore fruit. She screamed at the top of her lungs, arching her back. Her pussy exploded. A steady stream of girlish nectar erupted from her pussy, drowning the beast in the most delicious flood of cum imaginable. The pleasure seemed too much for her tiny body and she must have passed out for a moment. Her eyes were closed and her breathing struggled to return to normal. For a brief moment the beast feared it had been too much for her, but her eyes seemed to flutter behind the blindfold as she raised her head. She must have blacked out. The orgasm was unreal. Every synapse in her brain and every nerve ending in her body seemed to fire at once. A flood of endorphins hit her bloodstream with such ferocity that it seemed she was instantly high, never wanting to come down from such blissful heights. The pleasure was too much as the fireworks erupted in front of her eyes and she lost consciousness. Now as she tried to regain some bearing of where she was, who she was, she heard a deep chuckling. The beast was certainly proud of himself. She wished she could remove the blindfold to witness the smile she was certain was splayed across his handsome face, but she dare not in fear of angering this magnificent lover. "Was it that good for you, little one?" he queried. She had yet to regain the use of her voice and all she was capable of doing was nod her head profusely in the affirmative. "That is good. Because now my godly staff would care for some attention from those wonderfully full lips of yours." Re-l tensed at this. He wanted her to go down on him, on that magnificent cock of his. She knew there was no way she could fully engulf him in his entirety. But the mere thought of not doing so after the exquisite orgasm he just gave her would be cruel and unusual. Besides, the thought of his fuck stick moving in and out of her mouth was again stoking the fire between her thighs. She rose to her knees and blindly searched for the soft piece of steel she knew was mere inches away from her. The beast was toying with her. He was evading her grasp on purpose. This little game only made her more wet and aroused. Finally her left hand brushed against the bulbous head of his cock. She wrapped her tiny hand around the mushroom, wondering how such a magnificent tool would ever fit in her mouth, or her pussy for that matter. For she knew that it would soon find a home deep between her thighs, to quench the fire that threatened to consume her entire body. She brought her right hand up to his shaft, and then slowly searched out the bulbous sack of testicular fantasy with her left. When her left hand found the beast's balls, she immediately cupped them in her tiny hand; both were far too large to fit comfortably within her grasp. She continued to gently massage and caress his balls, knowing the creamy goodness they carried within. The beast moaned as she continued her caressing, slowly moving her right hand up and down the length of his enormous shaft. "I want you to taste me Re-l. I want you to memorize my scent, my taste; this way you will never want to seek out another man ever again. You are mine, and mine alone. I created you for this purpose little Re-l. You are destined to be with me, and I with you." the beast stated in a low, demanding voice. At his request, Re-l slowly lowered her head to the bulbous mushroom. She tentatively darted out her tongue, tasting for the first time the shaft of a god, the shaft that she knew, deep within the recesses of her mind, had always been hers to possess. At first she merely continued to lick and tease the head, forcing the tip of her tongue between the slit of his penis. She could hear the pleasant groans emanating from his lips. He was deeply aroused and she was the source of his arousal. No longer content with merely licking, she relaxed her throat and proceeded to force her lips around the head. She continued to slide his cock into her mouth and until it hit the back of her throat. She kept a tight grasp on his shaft to control the rate of descent; she didn't want to choke upon this magnificent piece of manly meat. Even though he could not see her eyes behind the blind fold, Ergo Proxy knew she was looking at him with rapt attention. He felt the lustful gaze burning a hole to the very depths of his soul. He loved this tiny woman, he always had. He had created her for this very purpose; to be his mate. But to what end he still did not know. There was little he knew at this time; his memory seemed lost within a deep fog, drifting in and out of conscious understanding. The only constant, the only truth he knew as a certainty was the woman now on her knees giving him glorious head. Seeing her provided a light to guide his memories back to the harbor of conscious thought. He knew she was his key to unlocking his own mystery, and the reason behind it. As his pleasure increased, Ergo started to buck his hips in anticipation of release. Re-l sensed this and increased her sucking on the bulbous head. She could not believe how much this was turning her on. It was not only the raw sensual act itself; it was the emotional connection the two were sharing. They were fulfilling a need for one another. A silent bond was now forging their souls, melding their hearts to each other through intense physical pleasure. She increased her sucking, willing the beast to unleash his torrential assault upon her throat. She wanted, no needed, him to come; she wanted to taste him, to bathe in his luxurious scent as stream after stream of cloudy white goodness coated her stomach. Their thoughts seemed to be in sync, for as she was pondering this she felt the head in her mouth grow larger and his balls begin to exude forth what she was craving most. She quickly relaxed her throat and continued the vacuum seal around his gigantic cock as he unloaded a torrential flood of semen into her throat. She could not believe how wonderfully thick and tasty it was, and so much. She could barely contain herself for the sheer volume was forcing her to drink like a woman dying of thirst. And she was indeed thirsty, parched for his specific creamy concoction now coating her throat and filling her stomach to bursting. Ergo gasped as he slowed his ejaculation. She had not even slowed down as he unleashed his assault. She had merely increased the suction on his member and held on for dear life. He could sense the urgency in her ministrations; she really did want this from him. The thought brought a warmth over him as he continued to blow his spunk down her throat. Finally his orgasm subsided and she slowly released him from her mouth, continually milking and sucking his cock for every last globule of semen. Ergo Proxy Ch. 01 He quietly placed his hands on her face and brought his face close to her lips. He could smell his scent on her breath and taste his pungent self as his tongue slipped into her mouth. They continued to devour each other for what seemed like ages until his erection again reached full mast. He broke their kiss with a soft string of saliva between them. "Was that good for you, Re-l? Did you enjoy sucking my cock and swallowing my spunk?" he looked intently into her face and the blindfolded eyes. She immediately wore a wicked grin that sent his blood boiling. "Oh yes!" she replied placing her hands over her stomach, "I just loved the taste of your hot cum as it slithered down my throat into my tummy. The taste is simply exquisite. I never knew a man could taste so good. My insides feel all warm and content with your sperm swimming around in my stomach". "Now the time has come to coat your other mouth with my godly seed. It is time to impale yourself upon my righteous staff. On to all fours. I want to take you from behind, like the bitch in heat you are!" he said with a commanding voice. The voice was strong and forceful, yet there was such love and devotion behind the strength. Re-l practically squealed in agreement. She quickly spun around on all fours and raised her ass in the air for his enjoyment and approval. Her dark, silky hair seemed to glow in the soft light. She had never cut her hair; she had allowed it to grow until it was nearly to her ass now. The raven mane of female loveliness seemed to frame her female curves so perfectly. This made her ass and pussy seem to the beast even more desirable and lovely, if such a thing were possible. He quickly closed the distance between them preparing to mount this stunning creature whose only desire was to please him and receive pleasure and love in return. His heart ached for this small creature. She was so arrogant and cold in her exterior, but beneath she was completely female: warm and soft, willing to extend love to those who returned in kind, needing his touch as much as he needed hers. It was difficult to slow her heart beat, she was that excited. She was scared to accept such a man of exceptional girth; she had never had a man who came close to his size. At the same time she was dizzy with lust wanting, no needing this moment; the moment where he impaled himself and made her his. The beast knew not to rush this moment. They had all the time in the world and he wanted to make it a moment neither one would soon forget. The wait, however, was killing them both. He quickly made his decision and proceeded to rub his cock up and down her slit, making her quiver in ecstasy and desire. He lowered his hot mouth to her earth and proceeded to lick and nibble on her tiny earlobe. His hot breath tickled her neck as he quietly spoke to her, "I'm going to fuck you now Re-l. I am going to take my massive fuck rod and shove it up your tiny hole. I am going to make you mine, now and forever. I will impale you and plant my seed deep within the depths of your body. Do you want that? Do you want me to do this to you?" Her answer came in a ragged breath and a deep, sensual hiss, "Fuck, yessss! Take me. Break me. I am your little whore do to what you want with. Impale me with your gigantic cock. Make me scream and cum all over your massive fuck stick. My body is so hot for you. It needs you now!" As soon as the last syllable left her mouth, Ergo went to work spreading his considerable girth through the folds of her pussy. She was so incredibly tight. The insides of her velvet box felt alive, reaching to massage and milk this new, but welcome invader. The progression was slow. He did not want to hurt his precious, little one. After he buried two inches, he retreated. The folds of her pussy seemed to cling tightly around his rod, never wanting to relinquish this invasion that was bringing so much pleasure. Just as his head was about to pop out, he shoved his hips forward once more, gaining yet another inch. He continued to repeat this slow and meticulous sawing motion until he had buried approximately 8 inches of himself. Re-l screamed in delightful pain, saying there was no more room. Ergo himself could feel the the head of his cock touching the entrance to her womb, the sacred place destined to hold his godly seed. Dear fucking god in Heaven! She had never been this full in her life. Never before could she imagine how incredibly stuffed she would be right now. And he was not completely buried inside her. The heat was intense, the discomfort of penetration quickly evaporating to leave her whimpering and mewling in pleasure. Her vaginal muscles proceeded to wrap themselves around her new favorite toy. The beast rested for a moment, allowing her tiny frame to adjust to his massive size. She tried to quiet the pounding of her heart, but soon realized it was the same pounding vibration emanating from his cock. She literally felt the beat of his heart through this massive extension; the feeling was bringing new warmth to her heart in addition to the overwhelming heat of her overworked sex. This revelation brought on a powerful orgasm all its own. She screamed in pleasure and whimpered, feeling herself expelling nectar around his cock. She heard the beast chuckle as he brought his tongue to rest on her earlobe, gently nudging and nibbling at her tender flesh. She continued to pant and whimper as her orgasm continued to wash over her; she was going mad with pleasure and enjoying every last fucking minute of it. "My, my. And to think I have done nothing save enter you. To think what heights you will reach once I start doing this..." And with that the beast slowly began pumping in and out of Re-l's pussy. Every time his length moved in and out of her hole, her tiny fuck button was stimulated, forcing Re-l to enjoy one continuous orgasm after another. She was crying, near hysteria it felt so fucking good. Her brain was wiped clean with the pleasure; she was drooling and moaning in a continuous delirium of sexual fulfillment. She could not even begin to articulate words other than a basic, vulgar vocabulary that seemed to spur the beast even more, worsening her mental capabilities further. But she didn't care. She could die right here and now a happy and content woman. This was the best sex ever in the history of fucking creation. No! Not sex. This was deeper than sex. She could sense the emotional connection to this hung beastly man. Her man, her proxy? Yes. That was the word he had used to describe himself...proxy. Well whatever you may call him, this creature had the stamina of a fucking bull...she was getting worn out. She felt fantastic! So hot, so wet. Her incessant stream of vulgarity with her "fucks" and "oh gods" proved only to fuel his sexual appetite. He had gradually increased his rhythm and tempo until he reached fever pitch, and he know felt the familiar tingle of his balls preparing to release a torrential down pour upon her unsuspecting pussy. Apparently she felt it as well. She was increasing her backwards thrust, trying to impale herself further upon his cock. She was milking his cock, willing his seed to blast forth coating the walls of her pussy. Suddenly he felt her pussy clamp down almost painfully upon his cock, she screamed in delirium and with such rampant vulgarity and decibel it actually hurt his ears. And then he released. Apparently she failed to drain him after blowing his cock. The flood gates of his balls were thrown open as the entire voluminous contents of his testicles blasted forth, rushing through his shaft before exploding out the head. He grunted with such force. He had never climaxed with such violence. Her pussy was unimaginable. It was literally milking his cock. He looked down. She had passed out from the size of her orgasm. She slowly slipped of his cock. But he was far from done. He proceeded to coat her entire torso and breasts with his bountiful seed. She seemed blissfully ignorant he was now coating her in his creamy spunk. His knees began to buckle under the force; he felt the strength leaving him. Sadness struck him, knowing he could not tarry longer. He quietly gathered her up into his arms, a sticky wet mess of a woman. He smiled to himself knowing he had satisfied her beyond her wildest dreams. He gently laid her down on the bed beneath the covers, staying a moment only to marvel at her bountiful breasts once more as they heaved serenely to the inhale and exhale of her body. He bent over and lovingly placed a last kiss upon her gorgeous lips; she exhaled a moan and returned the kiss in her unconscious state. Ergo Proxy leaned closely to her ear and whispered, "I am sorry little one! I cannot tarry any longer with you. No matter how much it pains me to leave your side, I cannot stay. You will wake and find me gone. Do not forget this reality. I am real. I am flesh and blood. My godly seed now rests within your womb. You are my reason, my existence. I ask that you only remember this one name...Vincent Law...remember this name and you will find me again. I swear to you. This man will release me when the time comes. He is the key to our happiness. I love you without measure. Even though you do not know me, I know you. And so I say to you I love you Re-l Mayor. I am yours and yours alone...your god...your lover...Ergo Proxy." He loved this woman. He had found his match after all these years. Even though his memory was full of gaping holes, he knew she would forever be a welcome part of his existence. With this final thought he quickly collected his belongings and entered as quietly through the hole as he entered. Re-l slumbered on in post-coital bliss. Her dreams filled with content and love for a beast, a man she knew nothing about. A name suddenly populated her conscious as if with its own volition. Who is this Vincent Law? Ergo Proxy Ch. 02 Chapter Two: Meetings and Partings Author's Note: This is my second submission. At this time I am still waiting for feedback on my first chapter, but I thought "What the hell!" I'm not about to waste a brain-storm when I have them. * Warning! This second chapter will be much darker than the first chapter. I plan to introduce several scenes of violence that will tie into the plot and develop the story much more fully. I am hoping the stark contrast of violence will further accentuate the erotic scenes as they develop between the two main characters. For those of you are finding this story initially, I highly suggest reading my first chapter -- Ergo Proxy Chapter One: Sensual Awakening. Please note that some of these scenes come directly from the anime series itself. However, I believe my own unique perspective and narrative will outweigh any cries of plagiarism. The stage may be the same, but the characters and their actions are moving to the motions of my own imagination; I am the master who pulls their strings. I will take this time to applaud the original writers of the series Ergo Proxy. Their unique story and character development was phenomenal; the series remains my personal favorite. Again I implore those who may enjoy it to seek it out whole heartedly. And so let your minds be at ease good reader. Allow the deranged writings of a literary lunatic to elicit fantasy and entice imagination. Although I am truly writing these stories for my own amusement and enjoyment, I gladly share them with you. I know the basis of the stories is erotic and sexual in nature, but that should not stop other emotions from developing. Sexual gratification is grand, but sex without love may leave one hollow and empty. Take it from a crazy person; love can be a terribly powerful aphrodisiac. ****************************** Deep with the recesses of the Regency compound, the EKG alarms began to sound; it was waking up. The proxy they had desperately tried to contain and control was now relinquishing the bonds of its comatose prison. Daedalus, chief medical officer for Romdo, was frantically issuing orders to Autoreiv and Orderly alike. They had to contain her; they could not allow her to escape into the city. The city would not survive without at least one proxy. They had already allowed the original to slip between their fingers. The Regent would have his ass if this one broke out; imagine the mischief and chaos it would create. There was an Earth shattering scream and a sudden tremor as the proxy awoke to full consciousness. She quickly shattered the steel shackles that restrained her to the table. The proxy quickly turned her fear and anger at the table, launching it through the glass into the observation room, scattering medical personnel everywhere. Daedalus was just recovering his wits about him. The table would have easily decapitated him if it were not for the robotic reflexes of an attending Autoreiv. He struggled to his feet, testing his balance and equilibrium as he fought to steady his hands; they were shaking terribly from fear and adrenaline. Daedalus turned his view to assess the trajectory of the offending table. A sickening trail of blood and entrails led his view to a severed arm and petite, feminine hand. A female attendant had the god awful misfortune of being in the way. Fortunately for her, she felt nothing as the 300 pound operating table crushed her skull and spinal column. The initial impact killed her instantly, saving her from playing spectator to the rest of her remains. The thought of actually feeling one's body being torn apart as it was drug across the floor was forcing his mind into shock, and he quickly dismissed the notion before he again pass out. Daedalus immediately forced his attention back to the observatory for signs of the female proxy. He immediately regretted it. There had been three human Orderlies in the room with the proxy; none lived to regret their lots in life. Two of the orderlies were slumped together, their skulls crushed and spewing forth blood and brain matter. The third's body was hidden from view. He then saw the proxy standing in the corner of the room, there being no real corners as the room is circular. Why had this trivial fact suddenly registered with him? The proxy was breathing heavy, still trying to shake off the effects of the drug-induced coma they had kept her in for the last year. He gaped in awe and terror as her shoulders rose and fell, her breast heaving as the body worked to slow the heart-rate. Daedalus watched as the proxy raised her right hand, the head and spinal column of the third clutched tightly amongst her claws. The clear blue eyes of the proxy seemed fixed upon him. The respirator surgically attached to her throat and face obscured the horrid features he knew were present. The proxy raised a bloody claw of her left hand and pointed directly at Daedalus. Before his mind could interpret the electrical impulses his brain was transmitting, she hurled the Orderly's head at his own like cannon fire. It was perverse luck he was able to catch the severed head before his own joined it. He looked down at this macabre marionette and shuddered, quickly dropping the remains to the floor; the eyes seemed fixed in accusation as the head rolled to a stop. When Daedalus again found the strength to raise his head, the proxy was gone. He had forgotten how fucking fast these things are. With his strength quickly waning, he slumped to the floor. It was only then Daedalus discovered the unfortunate state of his underwear. He cursed himself crawling into the fetal position, sobbing like a newborn infant. He gently rocked himself, trying to calm the calamitous riot now brewing in his mind. He never felt so immature and vulnerable in his twenty years. How was he ever going to face the Regent? How could he face Re-l? Monad Proxy had escaped. ******************************* Re-l slumbered in luxurious delirium. She could still feel his powerful embrace around her slight frame. The memory of his powerful member thrusting in and out of her was still very fresh in her mind. Her pussy was sore from the coital abuse it had received hours before but despite the aches and pains, she was desperate and hungry for more. In her unconscious state she continued to finger herself, keeping her vaginal lips deliciously wet as she continued to replay the activities of last night. A single name continued to circulate throughout the folds of her memory...Vincent Law! She was blissfully asleep when the beast had whispered this name to her. He had also whispered his own...Ergo Proxy. These two names were linked to one another. The beast had said this Vincent Law was the key to releasing him. Release him how? Was he a prisoner of some sort? It was with a rude start she thrust her eyes open. Her gaze fell upon the robotic arm of her Autoreiv Iggy. The ruby glow of his eyes seemed to echo concern, even though Iggy was incapable of facial expressions. "What the fuck happened to you?!" this sudden outburst forced her eyes open. She remembered programming his personality with all the delicious cursory vocabulary she was familiar with. However, it was unlike Iggy to swear so flippantly this early in the morning. "What do you mean what the fuck happened to me? I got shagged senseless last night and enjoyed every last god-damn minute of it. How dare you come barging into my bed chamber unannounced screaming as if you had a right to, you fucking poor excuse for a second-hand vibrator!" She screamed in response. "You're one to talk. I am not the one covered from head to torso in sticky ejaculate like it was clown makeup. Have you seen your apartment? It is in utter ruins. An entire fucking wall is missing. Just how many men did you have up here last night?" He continued in his pre-programmed persona. "Just one glorious hung beast of sexuality. He fucked me so good I think I broke every single noise ordinance in this district, and then some. What the fuck do you care? It's not like it was a crime." She said. "Actually it is. We found an immigrant passed out naked a couple of hours ago directly beneath your apartment. We are still determining what the hell he was doing in this part of town after curfew. By looking at your sorry ass, I wouldn't doubt if he proceeded to rape you and modify your memory with some black market hallucinogen. I'm still trying to process the copious amounts of semen you are dipped in. Perhaps he has been saving up the fruits of his masturbatory sessions like some demented pervert? The Ministry of Justice has him in custody and has ordered you to appear to make a statement and identify this poor fuck." Iggy finished this last sentence with an air of 'what the fuck have you gone and done now, you stupid bitch!' "How many times do I need to remind you to be more careful...you are the granddaughter of the Regent for..." He didn't finish. "Application off!" Re-l practically screamed. She had had quite enough of this annoying robot. Iggy immediately went rigid at the default command, returning to a state of perfect attention. God! Maybe she had made this glorified waffle iron too human-like. He actually annoyed her more than her fucking grandfather, if that were possible. Thinking of whom, she quickly reassessed her physical appearance. She was still completely naked and covered in the beast's cum. She ordered Iggy out of the room to shower and dress; she didn't need her grandfather's death from a heart attack on her conscience. Of course if he did die, it would fucking serve him right for spying on her through that blasted Autoreiv. As she stepped out of the shower refreshed and ready for another day, she noticed a fresh outfit lying on the bed. Iggy was very good at his job, which pretty much meant catering to her every whim. As she quickly dressed, she stepped outside to the living area to the breakfast table. A fresh cup of coffee was set next to the morning dossier. She quietly perused the official documents and sipped her coffee. Iggy was busying himself in setting her hair. He was the only one she allowed near her precious mane. She had programmed him specifically to style her hair in a very exact manner. He was after all the perfect one to do so. "Done!" he announced. "Perfect as always, Iggy. What would I do without you?" she asked. "I don't even like to think about it. You are my reason d'être! I was built for you and you alone. Without you I am only...what did you call me...a poor excuse for a second-hand vibrator?" He jibed recalling her previous insult. "And don't you fucking forget it!" She quickly remarked. An Autoreiv's reason d'être was as paramount as Robotics' Three Laws. The assigned human was their reason for existence. Without them, they would simply cease to function. It was this simple fact that made the Cogito virus very dangerous. It was believed this virus removed this vital command structure allowing Autoreivs to reason for themselves; more than not, the robot mind reasoned it was simply more logical to kill the master than live without them. The robotic equivalent to a soul; and a soul in this society was a very dangerous, dangerous idea. "Alright, I'm ready to leave! I don't want to give that fuck Raul anymore ammunition against me than he has already." She pouted, her mood souring quickly. Raul was the head of the Ministry of Justice and a pompous ass to boot. She had long known he coveted the Regency. She knew he was always one step behind her grandfather, scheming on what to do with this city as soon as his corpse was cold. She was still fuming over the narcissism of the egotistical fool as they walked into the Ministry foyer. ************************ Vincent Law was in absolute misery. He was naked on the cold metal floor. The guards had simply picked him up off the street and thrown him in the cell. They would not even impart a shred of cloth to cover his nakedness. Not only was he suffering from black outs of the last twelve hours, his skull felt three sizes too small for his brain. He had asked the guard for a pain reliever, but the guard had simply looked at him and said, "Why? When the bullet you will be receiving in a few hours will do the same fucking thing?" He was racking his mind on what the fuck had happened to him. The last thing he remembered was driving home on his speeder after that last appointment with the frigid bitch and musing on fucking her ass and making her squeal like a stuck pig. Wait! That wasn't the last thing...he remembered his little fantasy turning to thoughts of Re-l...exotic, sexy, forbidden...his headache suddenly reached a new peak in intensity and pain and threatened to split his skull in two. Suddenly, his mind was racked with images too numerous and too frequent to properly catalog and inventory. Had he done what they charge he had? Had he really broken into her apartment? Had he really raped her? He knew this last was false. He would never force himself upon her, he loved her! This last revelation came to him as a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. He loved her! Somehow or another he knew this was a constant since seeing her for the first time in the cafeteria, but the revelation was no less powerful. Every fiber of his being seemed drawn, like an electromagnet toward her voluptuous core. But this haze, this damn fog that seemed to settle around his memory. Why couldn't he remember? His last conscious thought was of he and Re-l in the throes of passion as the pain forced his frail human body to relent to the blackness. The dreams he had were always the same. Every fitful, sleepless night was a repeat of this horrid nightmare. He was on a barren plain. He was running for an endless horizon, trying to escape a fog that threatened to engulf him. He was trying to outrun him; this horrid beast in a kabuki mask. The beast would call out to him, taunt him, beckon him stop and listen to reason; the reason of futility. "You can't outrun me! You can't outrun your true self!" The beast would taunt. And every time Vincent would trip and the beast would envelop him. Vincent felt himself transforming into the beast. Watch as his skin was replaced by charcoal-gray fur, his teeth elongating into fangs, his fingers and nails lengthening into vicious claws, his hair lengthening into a dark, raven mane of untamed hair. Finally he felt himself place the kabuki mask over his face to obscure his true identity. But what was his real face? Vincent or the beast? A new revelation came to him in this dream-like state. As his frail human shell sat slumped upon the cold prison floor of the Ministry of Justice, his mind was frantically trying to piece together the fragments of memory now moving in and out of his subconscious. The answers were here! Suddenly the swirling fragments, dancing around him like so many pieces of paper, began to meld together creating a new form. The form began to shine with a brilliance of the sun, Vincent shielded his eyes. When he looked once more, Re-l stood before him. She was beautiful, she was intoxicating, and she was naked. Her flawless ivory skin seemed to sparkle, a thin mist of perspiration coating her nubile frame. Her perfect breasts were proudly displayed before his gaze, the small nipples hardening in apparent arousal. Her hair was flowing around her naked body, framing her heart-shaped ass and perfectly toned stomach. Her small, delicate fingers massaged and teased her body, sliding slowly down to cup her sex. Her fingers were teasing and massaging her womanly petals, the folds of her flower slowly opening with every caress. She looked at him with a wanton desire as she began to slip a finger in and out of her hole, slowly masturbating herself. Her gaze never wavering from his own as she continued to pleasure herself, her lips curling into a wicked smile, licking her lips with every motion of her hand. She was mere inches from his body, begging for him to take her. He stood before his perfect nymph a raging beast watching her perverted performance. She continued to entice him with a mixture of innocence and open depravity; her brown eyes were open and wet with urgency and a small fire was slowly building as her vision began to glaze over. And then she was cumming. Her body collapsed into his embrace as she screamed in sweet agony. Her breath was ragged; her mouth was open and gasping for air as she continued to ride out the orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his massive thigh and frantically ground her sex against his bulging muscles, her mouth open in a silent expression. She brought herself again to the cliff of orgasm, throwing herself to the waves of pleasure. She cried out, screaming his name, sobbing into his sculpted chest. As her shuddering subsided, she looked up into his chiseled face with a look of pure devotion. He could only smile and kiss her lips as she continued to look at him sheepishly, like a girl who was just caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Their kissing started as innocent and loving; it ended with her sucking intently on his tongue, threatening to suck the very life out of him. They broke their embrace as she pressed a finger against his lips. He kissed and nuzzled her finger as she proceeded to place small, deliberate kisses on his neck, moving lower and lower. She reached his pectorals and began to nibble and suck on his now erect nipples. He shuddered in absolute pleasure, tiny fireworks erupting in front of his eyes. She giggled and continued to bathe his nipple with her hot wet tongue. Vincent began to buck his hips at her expert ministrations; he felt he would come just from her licking him. He was somewhat relieved but also disappointed as she ceased and continued her migration south. She stopped for a moment to worship his rock hard abdominals. His perfectly toned stomach rippled and moved with every intake of breath. She proceeded to kiss and massage his wondrous stomach, in awe of his statuesque appearance. She looked up at his face, almost pleading for permission to continue. A look of absolute innocence as she batted her eye lashes at him. He simply melted into those warm, brown eyes. There was no way in this life or the next he could deny her anything. As he nodded in the affirmative, her expression took on a sudden evil and wicked grin. She began to attack his navel, dipping her tongue and caressing his massive indentation. This caused him to erupt in laughter and shiver as he quickly held her shoulders, forcing her away from his stomach. She continued to flick her tongue, attempting to reattach herself once more. He quickly lifted her tiny frame into a crushing embrace, thrusting his tongue down her throat, gaining a giggling moan from this naughty nymph. He continued to hold his precious Re-l like a fine porcelain doll, but attack her mouth like the bitch in heat she was. He felt her temperature continue to rise as her delicate skin began to color with arousal. She began to grind herself against his stiffened cock, trying to entrap his engorged member between her folds. He set her down on her knees and commanded her to blow him. She grasped his godly staff with a wanton hunger. She wasted no time kissing or playing with the head, the time for foreplay was past. She pounced upon his cock, forcing his massive mushroom down her throat with a hungry gulp. She continued to relax her throat, suppressing her gag reflex to allow his considerable length to invade her further. She began to deep throat his cock in earnest. She was allowing him to fuck her face with wanton abandonment, allowing him to treat her like a filthy cock whore. He began to buck his hips in increased momentum as he felt his orgasm tear through his body. He came with such ferocity he feared she would choke on the massive volume of semen now rushing down her throat. She refused to give up. She simply sealed her gorgeous lips around the head of his cock and continually sucked. His seed filling her mouth to excess with every testicular spasm. As his orgasm ebbed to completion, he saw her mouth coated with his creamy spunk. She opened her mouth to allow him one final view as she swallowed the last of his massive load down her throat. She then proceeded to lick her lips and the inside of her mouth, trying to ingest every ounce of his seed like it was the sweetest honey. Ergo Proxy Ch. 02 Despite his torrential orgasm, his cock was still rock hard. She wasted no time after her little snack. Re-l turned slowly around on all fours, lowering her face to the floor, wiggling her ass up at him, enticing him to bury his thick fuck rod in her velvet love box. He knelt down behind and prepared to mount her. He began his assault with more foreplay, just to ensure she was indeed ready to receive his cock. He bent over and slowly placed kisses along her neck, sliding his tongue along her collar bone. Goose bumps and shivers signaled a favorable return on his investment. When he reached her right shoulder he gently took her flesh into his mouth, chewing and nibbling before biting down with some force. This caused a small groan of pain which quickly changed into strong mewls of pleasure. She began pushing back on his frame, trying to impale herself once more on his pole. Vincent chuckled and spoke in a voice not entirely his own, "patience little one! All good things come to those who wait." With these words he slid his tongue from the base of her neck, using the rough flat part of his tongue to ride her spinal column to her ass. This caused more groaning, mewling, and goose bumps. At the base of her divine ass Vincent began to become mischievous in his actions. He began to nibble on her ass, sucking and biting her cheek to redness. She was delirious with pleasure, practically humping his face while he mouthed her ass. A quick slap on her rump was enough to startle her to be still. He looked at her little puckered hole with a delicious grin on his face. He bent his face to her ass and began tonguing her dirty little hole. She squealed and mewled like a vamp, "you like that?! You like tonguing my dirty hole, you like tonguing your horny little bitch? God! I am burning up! Please, for the love of God! Please fuck me! Stick that huge fucking cock in my little hole and break me! Fuck!!!" Vincent took her pleadings in stride. He decided to ignore her. He was going to drive her to the edge of insanity, and then, when she reached the breaking point, he would plunge his huge cock in her pussy sending her screaming over the edge into oblivion. She was shivering in agony now. If he didn't know better he would have guessed she were cold. But he knew a fever had enveloped her tiny body, her temperature rising with every passing moment. She was sweating and rutting on the floor, trying everything in her power to entice him to enter her, to give her what she really wanted. To fuck the living day light out of her and put her away soaking wet. She could not stand it anymore; she began to finger fuck herself furiously, trying to alleviate some of the heat that was threatening to consume her. Vincent quietly and patiently removed her finger, holding her delicate finger to his mouth, licking the nectar of her finger. Her eyes were glazed over completely. She was in her own world. "Please! Please my wonderfully hung master! I am your little cock slave. Please let me feel your massive staff rip through my tiny pussy. I have been ever so bad and must be punished for making your raging cock so hard. Please punish me. Make your little cock whore a good girl once more!" She was pleading; on the verge of tears she was so horny. Vincent's heart nearly broke seeing her in this self-induced agony. He nearly gave in wanting to give everything he had to her. But he resisted. He knew she would thank him afterwards. He bent down slowly as if he was preparing to mount her. Her pussy was practically drooling; a large puddle of nectar forming beneath her. She was looking back over her shoulder, a rampant hunger in her eyes. She was swaying her ass back and forth, enticing, inviting his invasion. Vincent suddenly locked his mouth over her pussy and watched as her eyes practically popped out of her sockets. She came then and there! She howled, she cursed, fucking his face, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper. "Oh my God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuckkk!!! My God! My beautiful, giant God! You don't know what you are doing to...to...me...oh FUCK!!!" she continued to curse his name, bucking her hips across his mouth, flooding his throat with her cum. Finally Vincent released her and watched with a mixture of lust and humor as she collapsed to her knees shaking and whimpering as her massive orgasm continued to ravage the pleasure center of her brain. But before she could take a breath of recovery, Vincent lined up his cock, rubbing his length up and down her slit. Re-l looked back in surprise and lust as Vincent plunge his cock into her waiting fuck hole in one swift thrust. He buried his considerable length until he felt his massive tip knocking softly at the door to her womb. Fuck she was tight! Despite his size, she was more than able to adjust to him, her muscles continually massaging and teasing his shaft, trying to milk him to orgasm. He decided to wait just a moment and enjoy the sensation of her hot velvet box. Re-l looked back at him in lustful impatience; she had other ideas. She needed to be fucked, and the fucked right the hell now! She took matters into her own hands and began to slide her hips back and forth; her inner vaginal lips clinging to his shaft, memorizing every bump and vein along its entirety. She began to move in earnest, whimpering and pulsating with every thrust. Vincent could feel the beginnings of her orgasm as she increased her pace, trying to bring about the little death she was craving. Suddenly her pussy clamped down with a force disproportionate to her small size. She came with ferocity, cursing and crying out his name, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! My GOOOOODDD! My glorious fucking GOD! Ergo! Vincent! Ergo! Fuck me! I love you! I love your cock! I....AAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!" With a guttural scream she flushed his cock with girl jism. Her nectar was running down her ass, soaking his balls and thighs. She was literally hot! Her nectar was scalding with a sexual intensity that threatened to burn them both. After her orgasm she slipped of his cock panting and whimpering as over-sensitized nerves continued to fire random impulses to the pleasure center of her brain. She was delirious. Her eyes were large and out of focus. A small trail of drool formed at the edge of her mouth. Her cold exterior image of control and pomposity shattered to the core, leaving the pure and vulnerable sexual interior exposed. Vincent (Ergo) chuckled deeply in his throat. She was broken. All her coldness and arrogance could not withstand his sexual assault. His cock was her addiction now. She would do anything and everything for a fix. But this coital act was not about control; their coupling was about love. He was imparting a piece of his soul to this small, delicate creature. Despite the sheer physical bliss they received from one another, their connection was far deeper than either one fully understood. Vincent felt a warmth wash over him as he looked at his naked nymphomaniac gasping for air on the ground, forcing her heart beat back to a steady rhythm. "Don't rest for too long my pet. I am far from done with you this day. You will be unable to walk correctly for a week after the fuck I am going to give you!" he boasted. There was a lustful fear now in Re-l's eyes. This gorgeous beast with the horse cock was going to kill her with pleasure. To die of pleasure? She could not think of a better way to die. Vincent looked down upon her as Ergo Proxy. The kabuki mask of his anonymity evaporating as his true face revealed itself. He saw himself in the pools of her doe-like eyes; those gorgeous amber orbs reflected a perfect image of who he truly was. He saw the beast, but behind the mask was his face...his face. The face of Vincent law stared back in mock horror; he was the beast, the proxy known as Ergo. He was the deliverer of death. The revelation did nothing to quench the lustful feelings that were now coursing through his blood stream; it caused a new confidence to come over him. He lifted the tiny Re-l into a crushing embrace, thrusting his tongue down her hot little mouth. She moaned into his mouth as she inhaled his scent through her nose. She returned his kiss with ferocity of her own. Her moist quim was leaking her arousal over his chest and cock. Each fought fiercely for superiority in one another's mouths. Their tongues chasing each other, catching and dueling. The moment seemed to go on forever until his emerald eyes locked on her brown eyes in a knowing gesture. She nodded her head in understanding and reached down to grab his massive piece of steel. She gingerly guided his cock to her quivering hole, the lips opening and closing in anticipation, hungry to wrap themselves once more around his monstrous organ. She slowly allowed his bulbous mushroom to penetrate her and with a long, laborious gasp, she impaled herself until she felt the tip of his cock brushing against her womb. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth locked in a perpetual "O". She moaned with the exertion and the feeling of being absolutely stuffed. She would never tire of this magnificent cock; she would rather die than give up a chance to fuck him again and again....and again. Their rhythm was not hurried. All though each hungered for one another, their passions unquenchable, they understood that here and now, time had no meaning. They could indulge in one another, bask in the warmth each had for the other. Re-l never relinquished his gaze, and Vincent returned hers with equal intensity. Their thoughts and desires seemed to synchronize with each and every thrust. Vincent moved his massive hands underneath her buttocks, kneading and massaging the glorious orbs of ass flesh. His hands became increasingly moist, lubricated with her increasing arousal. He moved his hand directly underneath her pussy to collect a sample of her nectar. He brought the finger to her mouth, motioning her to suck upon her own juices. She accepted the finger with a hungry stare, sucking and licking at her own arousal, grinding with a renewed passion upon his giant fuck stick. Their rhythm was reaching a new intensity as she continually rode up and down, the lips of her pussy grasping and pulling on his cock, as if fearing its removal would be their last embrace. Vincent again wetted his fingers at her dripping fuck box and then moved his hand to the entrance of her puckered rosebud. Re-l's eyes popped open in surprise and arousal as she felt the tip of his talon slip gingerly into her asshole. The sensation was too much and she screamed out as a torrential orgasm ripped through her body. The orgasm forced the entrance to her womb to expand, allowing Vincent's massive cock to slide into her sacred chamber, Re-l slipping down and burying all 12 inches into her body, their pubic hair mingling as she experienced one massive orgasm after another. This increased sensation as he buried himself to the hilt in his tiny Re-l became too much and triggered his own massive orgasm. He grunted loudly and threw back his head with a massive growl. She was sobbing and uttering incoherently, "Are you cum.m....cumming...oh my God! Cum in me! Fill me with your godly spunk! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUUUUCCCCK!" His semen began to whitewash her interior in its entirety. Her womb was filled to the brink as more and more of his spunk continued to invade her vaginal cavity. The sensation proved too much as Vincent watched Re-l's eyes roll into the back of her head and pass out. He continued to spray and spray his massive load into her bloated quim until he too felt the cold touches of black darkness take him and he passed out, falling backwards with his cock still buried in her cunt. ************************** Vincent forced his vision to focus as a bright light was thrown on in the cold cell. His body ached and his head continued to throb. He looked down at himself and started as he was covered with copious amounts of his own semen. It was a dream! He had passed out and had a wet dream of fucking Re-l. My God! The intensity and the reality of his fantasy had been unreal. He began to sit up as the sticky nut concoction began to dry. He was drenched from the neck down in the adhesive mess. Never before had he come like this and he was not even conscious for the event. The door to his cell was thrown open and the guards walked in. They stopped and looked at the absolute mess he had made of himself. "Would you look at this!?!" The one guard said to the other, "he fucking creamed himself like a god-damn fire hose. What a fucking mess! You're about to die and all you can think of is getting off one more time? You sick twisted fuck! We are going to enjoy filling you full of holes you demented fuck!" And with that he sent a savage kick to Vincent's solo-plexus, forcing him to double over in agony. Again the guard's foot lashed out, connecting with Vincent, just under his chin. This laid Vincent out flat with his head cracking against the cold surface of the cell floor. The guard barked at the second, "Go get the hose so we can clean this guy off! I don't want to be looking at his own cum during the execution. In the mean time, I am going to remind this fuck what a piece of shit he really is. Stupid immigrant scum!!" The guard continued to kick ferociously at Vincent as he tried to protect his head and stomach. The guard then had a wicked idea and it showed as a sickening grin upon his face. With the heel of his boot, the guard brought the force of his weight down on Vincent's testicles, causing him to scream in agony. Vincent raised his head, turned it to one side, and vomited profusely as the pain from his testicles brought his headache to an intensity he could barely stand. His temples were throbbing and his frontal lobe felt like it was trying to escape through the front of his skull. The guard stood over him gloating with a fierce intensity of superiority and hatred. A vicious grin was again across his face as the guard raised his boot to again assault Vincent's genitalia. This time Vincent grabbed the foot and twisted with all his might as he heard the bones cracking in the guard's foot and ankle. The guard screamed and began punch Vincent repeatedly to relinquish his iron hold on his foot. "You fucking scum! You fucking piece of worthless trash! You broke my fucking ankle! I'll kill you for this. I'll fucking kill you!" The guard screamed in anguish. He continued to unload blow after blow, trying to get Vincent to release him. Vincent however refused to relinquish. He was going to show this fucker what pain would really feel like. He again twisted the guard's ankle and watched as his eyes popped and tears of sheer agony began to fall. The guard only cursed him harder and began to renew his assault. But Vincent just ignored the blows, they were nothing compared to the pain this fucker had caused when he stepped on his nuts. With an iron grip Vincent held onto the guard's ankle with his left hand; with his right Vincent delivered a powerful blow to the guard's patella. He heard a satisfying crack as he felt the guard's knee cap split in two. The guard screamed with a renewed intensity falling to the ground in a heap, the guard held his leg in agony, trying to nurse it as best he could. Vincent was in the process of standing when three more guards entered the room. Two manned a large water cannon. The third wielding a large truncheon. The water cannon was turned on and aimed at Vincent, forcing him back away from the crippled guard. The man with the truncheon raced around Vincent, coming behind him. With a large swing he brought the truncheon down across Vincent's knees, forcing him to kneel while the water cannon continued to spray him. The water was turned off and the cannon tossed outside the cell. All three men were now armed with truncheons and looking to avenge their fallen comrade. They raced into Vincent swinging. ***************************** Re-l sat in the observation room watching Vincent. This couldn't be the same man she saw in the ARR cafeteria, could it? It most definitely wasn't the same man (beast) from last night, was it? There were a thousand questions floating through her mind and an emotion was attached to every single one. And every emotion was centered around this man. How could she allow herself to feel this way? She was never out of control with herself. She was always centered and focused on maintaining and controlling her emotions. Never had someone made her feel the way she did about this man in the next room. Again, it was his eyes that were the culprit. Those emerald green eyes of such clarity and power, but sadness at the same time. Every time she focused on them she felt her knees weakening and her pussy becoming drenched with desire. She hated this man...this Vincent Law...because of the way he made her feel. He made her feel so sensual, so wickedly naughty, so wanted, so loved...yes...she felt loved when she looked into those intoxicating green eyes. It was causing a conflict to rage within her soul. This Vincent Law is supposedly the man she needed to seek out. Her head was still swimming with the lustful desire she was feeling for the feel of the beast's cock still pounding in and out of her willing snatch. She shook her head to alleviate the fantasy that threatened to cloud her judgment. She was not lost on the fact that this man, this Vincent Law, was gorgeously attractive. The first time she had seen him was with an immigrant work uniform covering almost every inch of him, and that god awful hair style with his dark black locks hanging over his eyes. But now! Good God! She was taken aback when she was first led into the observation room and the protective shield was raised to allow her to see inside the cell. For the first time she could look at his face, without that blasted hair being in his eyes. There sat Vincent sulking miserable on the cell floor, completely and utterly NAKED. She immediately chastised herself for thinking of all the deliciously wicked things she wanted to do with this man. His arms and legs were sculpted hardness, his thighs thick and sinewy. His chest was large, broad and muscular. His large pectorals rose and fell with every breath he took. His abdominals were, in her most expert opinion, perfect. His stomach was perfectly wash board flat, with a thick six pack adornment. Yum! She thought of running her tongue from those perfect pectorals down to his awesome abs. And from there down to his fucking huge cock. She had gasped when she eyed his massive organ swinging between his legs. It was just as large and impressive as the beast last night. In fact, take away the hair and fangs and this was her beast. Re-l had to snap out of it. If she didn't she would orgasm and then have to explain to Raul why her seat was soaking wet. She checked herself and quickly removed her hand between her legs, a definite drop of moisture coating her fingers. God! She had been diddling her clit like a whore. She looked away from Vincent sheepishly, ashamed but obviously aroused and wondered if he could see the state she was in, the state that he was causing. It was with shocked surprise when she watched him grasp his head in utter pain and finally collapse into unconsciousness. She continued to watch him, his breathing shallow and labored for the first few minutes. He was lying on his back when she first noticed his cock begin to rise. He was aroused in his unconscious state. She was not sure, but she reasoned she was the cause of his current predicament. The thought brought a wicked grin to her face as she imagined him fantasizing about her, fucking her, using her for his own perverted pleasures. God! She couldn't help it. She immediately put her hand down into her lap again and began fingering her clit furiously. She was feeling so fucking hot right now and the current situation of being in a room filled with strangers was awakening a new exhibitionist streak. The thought of so many people watching her cum was only increasing her arousal exponentially. She watched with pure delight as Vincent's cock reached its full rigidity. She was amazed to see his hips begin to gyrate and buck as his unconscious arousal increased. Ergo Proxy Ch. 02 She looked around surreptitiously to see if anyone had taken notice of her coital activities; everyone seemed engrossed in their work. Gratefully, Iggy was upstairs in Raul's office receiving a full debriefing and status report. She knew he would be gone for some time. Her audacity increased as she proceeded to edge her skirt up slightly and move her panties to the side, allowing her unfettered access to her dripping hole. She plunge one, then two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. She began to whimper silently as her sensitive nerve bundle and clitoris was stimulated again and again. She began to pant and buck her hips in time to his as she continued to finger fuck herself. He screamed out her name in a deep gravelly voice! This forced her to stop masturbating herself and devote full and undivided attention to him. Suddenly she watched in amazement as Vincent reached his orgasm, holding still and releasing a torrent of cum. And he came like a fucking fire hose! His prick continued to ejaculate stream after stream of delicious cum in the air in one continuous arc that landed all over himself and the immediate area. She let herself go into blissful orgasm, whimpering and moaning silently as she continued to watch Vincent explode all over the room. It was a fucking mess! A giant, glorious, cum-soaked mess. She only wished it was she that was now covered in his baby juice. The mere thought of the taste of his cum caused a second orgasm to ripple silently through her body. She was trying to control her breathing when she witnessed the guards come in and began beating and kicking Vincent without mercy. Her anger was immediate and fierce. She screamed at the nearest guard, a fat female cow of a woman, directing her attention to the offending scene. The woman simply nodded and excused herself and walked past. Apparently, this type of activity was very common in the prison. It probably explained why so many prisoners failed to appear for their own trials; they were either dead or broken and bleeding at the time. She screamed and felt her heart sink as she watched the fat pig of a guard step mercilessly on Vincent's scrotum. His agonizing scream felt like a thousand needles piercing her heart. His emerald eyes were open in pure agony, quickly screwing shut in pain. She was in tears and quietly sobbing when she watched with satisfaction as Vincent exacted his revenge on the bloated swine. 'Serves you right you fat fuck!' she thought. Her triumph was quickly overshadowed with the continued abuse. She felt her heart racing; a need was building to help Vincent. She needed to get him away from this fucking place. She bolted for the door as she watched the men abandon the water cannon outside the door; the door to the cell was left wide open. She found the stairwell and bound down the steps three at a time, racing to find access to the cell block. She was rounding the corner when she heard Vincent scream out in pain. She raced down the long corridor, her vision set upon the water cannon lying in the hallway. Without thinking of her own safety, she picked up the water cannon and directed the nozzle at the guards now hitting Vincent with their truncheons. She screamed, "Let him go you disgusting pigs!" She proceeded to turn the water on unaware that her tiny body could not handle the exertion the water pressure would create. She was thrown back against the opposite wall, knocking the water cannon from her hands and quickly soaking her entire body. The guards now turning their attention on her laughed and mocked at her own stupidity. "Looks like we need to teach this little cunt some manners." The one guard said. "Seems like she could also use some tutelage in properly handling a large hose. What do you say boys? Should we teach her how?" The second guard asked. The other two guards nodded their heads with evil grins on their faces. They quickly advanced and surrounded Re-l. She screamed and clawed at the guards. "Don't you know who I am? I am Re-l Mayor, my grandfather is the fucking Regent. Don't you dare lay a finger on me you fucking animals!" she screamed. This caused them to pause only momentarily. The three seemed supremely confident in their surroundings and their abilities to evade prosecution. Two guards grabbed her wrists and ankles and proceeded to carry her back inside the cell. The third guard pressed a button to lower the protective shield around the cell. They did not want any witnesses to what was about to occur. Fuck the rules and fuck the regent! This little prissy bitch needed a lesson in manners. Vincent was lying in a pool of his own blood. He was moaning softly and was slipping in and out of consciousness. The guards considered him no threat to them. The guard who Vincent crippled was unconscious. Two guards lifted him up and placed him in the hallway, signaling a medical team to take him away. They promptly returned to the cell and closed the door. They were not going to have an audience. The one guard looked smugly at Vincent and shouted, "We are going to fuck your girlfriend now shithead! She was stupid enough to stop us from killing you. Little cunt is going to learn to enjoy the feel of real men. You can watch if you stay conscious long enough you perverted fuck!" Two guards proceeded to hold a struggling Re-l to the floor while the third quickly lowered his pants, stroking his cock in preparation for penetration. The two guards were screaming and slapping Re-l, telling her to be quiet. She was frantically screaming and clawing at anything she could get her fingers on. Her makeup was smeared with tears of real fear falling down her cheeks. When the first guard made a move to mount her, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Vincent! Save me!" ************************ The reaction was immediate. A blood-curdling roar echoed from the corner of the cell. Before any of the three guards could even register a response to this, Ergo Proxy was standing behind the guard who was trying to penetrate Re-l. He forcefully grabbed the pricks hair and dragged him off her. Re-l watched in horror and satisfaction as Ergo lifted the guard over his head. She watched as his naked body bulged as it lifted the fat fuck's pudgy body over his head and with a speed bordering super-human, brought the man's spine crashing down upon his knee. The guard's body instantly folded like a chair, his body contorting sickeningly into itself in death. The other two guards made a move for their weapons as they released their grip on Re-l. One guard was able to lay his hand upon his truncheon just in time to watch his arm ripped out his socket. The arm was then wielded like a club and brought slamming across the side of the guard's head. The force of the blow was enough to rip the head from his shoulders. His body twitching in death. The jugular artery spewing forth blood into empty space as the headless guard fell forward to his knees. The third and final guard had abandoned his weapon and was frantically making his way for the door. Witnessing the death of his two friends in such quick succession had removed all the starch from his shorts. He was whimpering and screaming to get the fuck out of the cell. His pants quickly began to color as he lost control of his bladder. In a flash, Ergo was behind him. And before the guard could notice movement, Ergo punched a hole through his back and chest cavity, the guard's heart was in his hand as he looked down one final time. Ergo removed his hand allowing the body to slump to the floor. Only then did he allow his anger to ebb as his bloodlust quickly dissipated. He quickly turned his head and found Re-l clutching herself in the corner. He approached her silently and felt her body tremble as he picked her up to cradle her to his breast. She was shivering involuntarily from the experience. "Are you okay little one?" he asked in his most calming voice. "I am now that you are here. Take me away from this horrible place. Make forget this ever happened." She pleaded with him. Immediately the trembling ceased as she nuzzled her head lovingly into his chest. She quickly fell fast asleep, exhausted as the adrenaline left her system. Ergo needed no encouragement to make an exit. With one mighty punch, the cell wall crumbled like the walls of ancient Jericho. He leapt the three stories to the ground and still carrying Re-l in a loving embrace, made his way into the depths of the city. Soon he would take her away from this horrid existence. Soon they would be free. ************************* Ergo Proxy Ch. 03 Chapter Three: Bonds of Love Author's Note: This is my third submission. Even though I have received no feed back as of yet on my first submission, the volume of readers is favorable. I hope those who are reading this are enjoying the story. I am having an absolute blast writing this type of fiction; it is so deliciously wicked. I will continue to advise new readers who stumble across this chapter to read from the beginning; it makes more sense that way. If any fans of the series are reading this, you may notice that my personal interpretation of scene and plot varies greatly from the original, as it should. I am making this version of Ergo Proxy my own. I think the destination will ultimately be the same, but I enjoy walking my own path. I do ask with whole sincerity to those who are reading this to provide feedback. I don't care if it is positive or negative; okay, that is a lie. I prefer positive feedback of course, but I enjoy constructive criticism that may improve my writing abilities or offer particular insight that I may not have noticed. I like having my ego stroked like any other man, but outside encouragement is always nice. And don't worry. My head never exceeds my shoulder capacity; I always manage to inflict enough personal criticism to deflate any excess ego that may accumulate. Just think of me as a narcissistic egoist with a glass jaw. In this chapter I will attempt to strengthen the budding love between Re-l and Vincent. There will still be a lot of humping like Pfizer bunnies, but I hope to add an emotional foundation to all the blatant, gratuitous sex. Just remember that I am only dictating to the voices in my head and sometimes the stories are fragmented and incongruous. This is just how my poor fractured mind works; it may confuse the fuck out of you, but it makes perfect sense to me. I know that may sound selfish and just plain weird; but in the end, I am the one who has to live with what I am writing. If I'm not happy, you sure as hell are not going to be. Just try to hang on and enjoy the ride, keeping in mind to keep your arms and wits about you at all times. ****************** Re-l stirred in the dim light. A warm amber glow washed over her body as she lay trying to thrust of the fetters of a deep and comfortable sleep. In truth she was afraid to open her eyes. Her last conscious thoughts were one of fear and confusion. She remembered being carried swiftly from that horrible detention center in the arms of her animalistic savior. Despite her physical comfort she was afraid she would awake alone and in the dark, her protector once more fled from view. She hated being alone. It scared her more than anything; it scared her more than the darkness and the cold. The fire chose this moment to make its self known from the hearth as it began to crackle and sputter embers as it encountered small pockets of moisture. This unfamiliar noise forced her eyes to open and her body to wake with a small start. It took a moment for her eyes to regain their focus as she forced sleep from her eyes. She was in a large bed chamber with a roaring fire in an antique fireplace and hearth at the opposite end. As her brain began to comprehend the visual signals sent via her eyes. The bed she now lay in was a large king, four-poster bed from a forgotten era. The mattress was large and comfortable; probably made from down or some other natural material that was unheard of in this most unnatural world. The sheets were soft and sensual, massaging and caressing her naked skin as she continued to indulge in their luxurious depths. "They're made of silk Re-l." A voice startled her out of her reverie. Here thin, delicate ears received the sound waves easily, allowing her brain to interpret both direction and proximity of the speaker. Her brain quickly sent a signal to the muscles in her neck, prompting them to rotate her head sharply to the right. Her eyes focused on the shadowy figure lying next to her in the bed. The light was bad. She was not use to the soft amber glow of firelight, it being so low on the spectrum of visual light. Her eyes strained a little as she finally recognized the voice. It was the voice of Vincent Law. Vincent was lying on his side facing her, watching her with those intense green eyes. The firelight seemed to emanate from within the depths of his emerald vision, belying a sexual hunger for her naked body. She suddenly realized that she was completely naked, and she made a motion to pull the covers to her neck. A strong, muscular arm held her tiny wrist gently to halt her action. "Don't!" he commanded with a wicked grin, "I'm enjoying the view." Re-l quickly allowed the covers to drop to her waist as she felt his gaze caress her naked flesh. She looked at him coyly as he continued to assess and appreciate her nubile form. Her skin began to turn a rosy color as she felt herself burning with renewed desire; a thin film of sweat soon coated her skin. Her nipples hardened and darkened into knots as she began to whimper. God! What his gaze alone did to her?!? "Do...do you...have any idea...what the fuck...the fuck...oh God! Those eyes! Those eyes are making me so fucking hot!! What the fuck are you?! Who the fuck are you?!" She gasped as her breathing became more ragged and more labored. Fuck! She was on the verge of cumming already! His gaze continued to bear down on her slick skin watching her toned tummy rise and fall. She closed her eyes as she felt herself begin to sky rocket! She felt her right hand grasp her breast, squeezing and massaging her ample tit; her hand moved up to her nipple and began to pull and twist the hard little nub. A mixture of pain and pleasure began to attack her nervous system. She was close, oh so very...very close! Her left hand made a motion for her drenched sex. She wanted to bring herself to orgasm so very badly! "Don't!" he barked and order. His voice was severe enough it caused her left hand to land on her stomach with a resounding slap, mere inches above her moist snatch. Her eyes flew open at his harsh command. Her eyes were wet with need, begging him to let her finish herself off. She was on the verge of tears she was so horny! She opened her mouth to whimper in complaint, but Vincent did not allow her an opportunity. He quickly moved his body until it was over her small frame, his large muscular body commanding respect as she looked once more into those sensual emerald pools. He bent his head down and gently kissed her lips. His lips were hot and sweet; his sexual scent was bathing her mouth as his tongue sought out her own. She moved her hand behind his head pushing his mouth harder against her own, hungrily trying make him swallow her entirely. She began to buck her hips, hoping to find something, anything to grind her engorged sex upon; anything to relieve this burning desire that had engulfed her loins. She felt him chuckle softly in her mouth and then he pulled apart from her lips, her breath returned in gasps as their vacuum was broken. "I know you are in need little one. But you are not in control tonight...I am. And I tell you that you may not touch yourself, until I say so. It is my prerogative to bring pleasure to you tonight. This is the first time I can knowingly make love to you in this form. And I intend to collect your pleasure in full tonight. I don't want to leave you in agony...just yet anyway...so I will bring you off once, just to take the edge off." With these words, Re-l watched Vincent slowly move south towards her heavenly quim. But Vincent was taking his own sweet time in worshiping his goddess. He kissed her lips once, sweetly and gently. It was the tenderest and most loving kiss anyone could ever have placed on her lips; in that one simple kiss she felt his hunger...his desire...and his love for her. It was the most beautiful act she could ever imagine; a lifetime of emotions and desire delivered in this most basic show of affection. Her heart swelled with a burning desire to stay with this man...this beast...this wonderful creature always. She instantly felt a world of connection as a new understanding washed over her. Tears began to touch at her eyes. The last shreds of coldness and distance were removed once and forever from her being. This wonderful man was replacing so many years of repressed hatred and anger at the world in which she lived; replacing it with an undying love for him...and for him alone. She was crying now, crying with a hunger to feel him take her and make her his once more, "Vincent! Vincent! My God! Please make me cum! I need this so very, very badly! I need your tongue...I need your cock...I fucking need you!" Finally Vincent's mouth was positioned over her pussy. Her lips were making the most obscene noises as she leaked girly cum all over the silk sheets. He watched her sex intently, amazed at how her outer lips seemed to open and close involuntarily with each breath; enticing and inviting him to partake of her womanly fruits. He lowered his head slowly, inching his mouth lower until it was practically touching. He breathed a heavily onto her clitoris, sending a visible shiver through her body. She continued to whimper and look at him longingly, begging him with her eyes to finally give her what she desperately wanted. "Lift your hips so I can see your pretty asshole." He said quietly. She lifted her hips immediately, awaiting any touch of his with a hungry stare. Vincent delicately nudged his nose around her puckered hole, breathing in the scent of her nether region. He wanted to know every smell, every taste his tiny Re-l had to offer. He gingerly probed her tiny hole, spearing his tongue as he proceeded to gently pierce her asshole. Then after only a couple of licks, Vincent flattened his tongue and with the gentlest sweep, he began to work his way up tasting her body from her starred hole upwards towards the fiery furnace of her fuck box. When he reached Re-l's tiny fuck hole he began to dip his tongue into her burning trough, drinking and savoring the copious amounts of nectar than were spewing forth from her endless reserves. The entire time Vincent was eating and worshiping her sodden pussy, he maintained perfect eye contact with Re-l. Her soft amber eyes holding his burning emerald orbs as their heartbeats synchronized to one another's desires. The heat escaping her velvet box was intense, small beads of sweat formed atop his brow as he continued to tease and probe her delicate petals. Her eyes were losing focus with his continued ministrations. A continuous cacophony of mewling and whimpering escaped her lips, reaching his ears like the most delicious of symphonies. She began to hump his face, trying to drive his massive tongue deeper into her hole, to grind out the intense orgasm that eluded her still. He looked mischievously upon her tear-filled eyes as she tried everything to entice him to bring her off. His eyes moved to her engorged clitoris. Her most sensitive of places was filled with blood poking out from its protective hood. It seemed to sense his presence and, like a tiny beacon, twitched and vibrated to signal its own desire for attention. Vincent had decided to relent, to give his darling Re-l the little death she so desperately desired. Flattening his massive tongue until the taste buds were the only surface area in contact with her hole, he moved his tongue up until it rested upon her clitoris. He then began to massage her clitoris with the rough texture of his tongue, allowing each and every precious bud to enjoy the sweet flavor of her womanhood. His attention was once again on Re-l's watching to ensure his actions had the desired effect. Suddenly he clamped down on her clitoris, sucking and nibbling the small pleasure button. Her reaction was immediate and violent. He chuckled deep in his throat as her eyes started to roll back into her head. But he immediately winced and clamped down harder on her sex when she screamed at the top of her lungs as a massive orgasm took her and throttled her tiny little body. She was desperately humping and grinding her tortured pussy against his face, soaking him in a continual stream of girly cum. He moved his mouth down to her tiny trough and sealed his mouth around her hole, greedily drinking the copious amounts of nectar that were flooding from the banks of her little pussy. Her screams eventually settled into a series of muffled sobs and whimpers as she slowly descended the precipice of her orgasm. She was bathed in sweat; the bed beneath her was soaked in a mixture of sweat and sex. When her breathing reached a level of stability, Vincent quietly moved his face once again level with hers. She greedily sought his lips and moaned when his mouth opened to hers. Her eyes widened in mild surprise as Vincent deposited a generous portion of her cum in her mouth, letting her feast upon her own essence. She quickly agreed to the taste of herself, sucking and licking the inside of his mouth; cleaning any lingering remnants of her sated sexuality. They continued to kiss and nuzzle one another for several minutes. Afterwards, he quietly rolled them on to his back, moving her onto his ample muscular frame holding her like a porcelain figurine; for she truly was his most priceless treasure. They quickly fell fast asleep, her face nuzzled into his massive chest. Their breathing quickly found its own rhythm, allowing them to drift into a deep and, most importantly, recuperative sleep. Neither one seemed to mind the sodden state of the mattress or its heady brew of Re-l's sex now soaking into the silken bedding. *************************** Vincent stirred in his sleep. He could no longer feel Re-l's slight frame sleeping contently on his own. He did however feel a luxurious moistness enveloping his cock. He forced his eyes to open and look downwards to the source of such a wonderful awakening. Re-l was kneeling between his legs, his massive length securely in her mouth and throat. He watched in amazement as Re-l continued to administer such an expert blow job. She would never be able to swallow his cock in its entirety, it was simply too long and fat, but fate be damned if she wasn't giving it her best shot. She had both hands wrapped around his shaft controlling the descent into her throat. He marveled at how delicate her hands looked wrapped around his massive shaft. He estimated she had managed to envelop roughly six inches of his godly staff. She continued to relax, allowing another two inches to slide past her gag reflex into the depths of her glorious throat. She felt like Heaven on his cock. Re-l was so fucking good at this. She was using her throat muscles to actually milk him, trying to coax his spunk to evacuate down her esophagus. He laid his head back down on the pillow and silently allowed her continue. It would not be long before he coated her insides with the contents of his massive stones. There it was! He felt the familiar tingle as his testicles announced their release. Re-l seemed to sense this as well. She increased her massaging and stroking. Her throat continued to coax and cajole the head of his cock. He knew it would be a massive load for her to swallow; but knowing her, she was more than able to take it. He allowed himself to go rigid as he felt the first luxurious rope of cum splash against the back of her throat. She continued to suck and work her throat muscles, relaxing her throat further to ease the transition of his seed to its new home in her belly. My God! He was not ejaculating down her throat, he was flooding it. It did not matter; Re-l took it all. She relinquished his cock only when his cock began to flag and deflate. She breathed a luxurious gasp of air and raised her eyes. Only then did she notice him as a spectator. Re-l flashed Vincent a wicked smile, those honey amber eyes glazed over in arousal. Vincent pointed a finger at Re-l and crooked it towards him, beckoning her to him. She crawled slowly and contently like a kitten after a large bowl of warm cream. She mounted his body with her own and slid her sex along his naked body, causing them both to shiver in excitement. She reached his lips and they embraced one another. Vincent could taste himself on her lips, finding he did not hate the taste of his seed. But then again, it was in HER mouth and he loved every inch of this woman, inside and out. "I love the taste of your cum! It makes me feel all warm and sensual. I can feel it swimming around my stomach, trying to impregnate me as it searches for my egg." She said as a touch of sadness tugged at this last word. It was a known fact that every individual in Romdo was sterile. All babies are genetically created from the original DNA of founding humans, allowing for strict quality control in an environment that abhors and denies mutations to gain a foothold in their "perfect" society. "Why is God so cruel? Why does he deny the remnants of humanity to stay in a perpetual state of sterility, mere guinea pigs and genetic combinations of the "true" humans?" She spat this last part out like a bad taste in her mouth. The whole idea of a contained society, a clean society, a pure society continued in its cruel irony as every passing generation of new citizens in Romdo were mixed and matched with scientific and genetic indifference to create superior and healthy offspring. How could parents love a child who was genetically engineered? It may not even resemble their own mixture of DNA. "Why did humanity leave us to rot in these hermetically sealed prisons? Why are we denied the ability to procreate as nature and God intended? I don't even feel human anymore. I am merely another superior copy, a genetic puzzle of some founding shit-head that neither cared for nor considered the ideal for individuality, for difference. Perhaps if we had been allowed to create our own progeny, we might be more robust against the poisons and toxins that keep us trapped in these fucking cities!" She began to sob quietly into Vincent's shoulder. Poor Re-l! Underneath all her coolness, all her calculated pomposity, she was a woman through and through. A woman that needed love, that longed for completeness, for a child. It was time she knew the truth...or as much truth as he could recall...his memories still contained gaping omissions. However, the more time he spent with Re-l, the more he was able to recall from his subconscious repository. Vincent raised her chin and using a finger dried the crystal tears that formed at the corners of her eyes. He spoke softly and reassuringly, "Do not cry little one! Lest you forget, you are special! You are the granddaughter of the Regent and the one destined to be my mate." This statement was totally lost on Re-l. She had no idea what being the granddaughter of the Regent actually entailed. Vincent took a long breath and looked deeply into her eyes; those lovely, sensual brown eyes. "Do you trust me? Trust me with your life, your love, and your heart?" He asked. He needed to hear this from her before they went any further. If she was not able to accept what he was about to say, there could be no future for them. She threw herself at him, crushing him with all the strength her small body could muster. She spoke with a profound wisdom and conviction, "I trust you to the ends of the Earth. I will not question anything you will do or say. I know deep in my soul that everything you do is for my welfare. Somehow, since the first time I laid eyes on you, I knew that I would be supremely safe in your embrace. I love you Vincent! I love you more than any woman has known love in this wretched existence!" This revelation brought a huge smile to Vincent's face. He had no reason to worry. He knew she would understand. The information, the memories and the knowledge of centuries had survived deep within the mitochondrial of her DNA. She was his original match, his soul mate. But what he would say next would still come as a shock to her. However, she must be prepared for the difficulties that ultimately lay ahead for them. Their safety, their happiness demanded that she be given the tools for her survival. Ergo Proxy Ch. 03 "Do you know the origins of your name Re-l?" He asked. She shook her head slowly. She felt a thrill for the sudden turn their conversation had taken, but a silent apprehension clawed at the corners of her conscious, warning her to be careful. Vincent took a deep breath and continued, "Your name means "the one". Another name used to signify "the one" is Monad. You are the Eve of my creation and I am Adam. My name is Ergo, the Alpha and Omega. I was the first proxy created by a fleeing mankind to act as guardian and protector for the remains of humanity. I created Romdo to house and protect this remnant against the furies of a bleak Earth. There were originally 30 of us scattered across the globe in city-states not unlike Romdo, to protect the last remnants of humanity that stayed behind. I created Romdo in hopes of maintaining a level of peace and prosperity for those who remained on Earth during this difficult time of transition." Vincent paused in his explanation to look into her eyes. Re-l seemed lost in thought, trying to comprehend his words. He gently placed a large hand on the back of her head and brought it to his lips, kissing her sweetly, gently on the lips; he didn't want this moment to turn sexual...not just yet. He only wanted to feel her sweet lips to help soothe her fears and to reassure her...and him...that they were here for one another. He released her lips and took a moment to look deep into her eyes, trying to convey all the love and desire he had for his tiny Re-l. She laid her head down into his chest, snuggling hard against him. He gently stroked her hair and continued to speak. "We were originally paired to another proxy, male and female. My female was named Monad. Her city was named Mosk. The same city I came here from as a refugee. She was a gorgeous creature and looked exactly like you do. She was very sensual and kind, we were very much in love. Together we helped build the birthing chambers that future generations of citizens would be born of. So in many ways we are father and mother to every citizen in Romdo and Mosk. Together we stored the genetic material of every last human in the computer data banks. Our first baby born out of these chambers was a baby girl...a girl named Re-l. She was very special. She contained the DNA from Monad; she was, in truth, a genetic match to Monad in every way, except she was completely human. Monad and I went against orders left by the fleeing humans to sterilize every newborn. Monad knew that if she was ever killed, I would need a mate to continue the lineage of humanity if the birthing chambers were ever destroyed. We never fully trusted the Regency installed to govern the masses. Humanity can be a very cruel and evil species, always looking for power at the cost of others." He looked down at Re-l. She had raised her head from his chest and was now looking at him with rapt attention. A glimmer of understanding now stood in her eyes. He could see it. She had guessed her purpose of existence in this world; she knew the importance she held for him. She was smiling broadly, ecstatic at the prospect of motherhood. "I see you guessed it Re-l. Yes. You are a descendant of this original Re-l. Every other generation I created a new copy to carry on the species in case of disaster. I have always entrusted the safety and security of each with the Regency, knowing this to be the safest place for you to be. That was until I was foolish enough to entrust you to that ego maniacal fascist Mayor. He used you against me and launched a surprise attack on Mosk and my beloved Monad. He then proceeded to hide you away from me. I was overcome with guilt and sorrow; I fled the city and went west to Mosk. Hoping in vain to find Monad and leave this cursed existence once and for all. I never found her again. That is where I erased my memories and began living my life as Vincent Law." He looked once more down upon his beloved sprite. Her eyes were warm with emotion and her breathing was becoming more labored. He could tell she was thinking back to the first night when they met, when he first took her as Ergo. "That is until I found you again Re-l. And now I am never going to lose you. What do you want me to do to you tonight? I am yours to command my love. I will be your willing slave." He said quietly as he brought his lips to hers. She whimpered quietly as her arousal began to get the better of her. She looked at him with a renewed hunger, "Tie me up! Make me your slave!" He looked at her questioningly not sure he had heard her correctly. She repeated her request with an impish grin, "Tie me up! Please!" Vincent grinned wickedly. He was enjoying where this was headed immensely. Suddenly she looked worried and a little scared at him. "Does my grandfather know of this place? Can he find us here?" Vincent began to shake his head slowly, "No! This place is known only to me and Monad. This is my sanctuary away from the worries and cares of those government vermin. We are completely alone and safe away from prying eyes. We can safely indulge in your little perversions." He said this last sentence with a wicked grin and watched her skin flush in embarrassment. He lowered his mouth to her neck and began sucking and nibbling at her soft flesh. She began to writhe and pant; her body telling him to hurry and find something to tie this little cock whore to the bed. Vincent went into an adjoining room where extra linens were kept. He returned with four long, thin strips of silk. He quickly and expertly tied his flushed minx to the bed; it was far better knowing she had never dressed, leaving her entirely naked. Each limb was attached to a separate post, stretching and posing Re-l into a stretched eagle position. He purposely tight her legs a little higher, forcing her ass to be raised off the bed. This allowed him easier access to her dripping quim. When he was finished securing her, he went to the foot of the bed to observe his handy work. He was watching her, observing her, evaluating her flushed ivory skin; his Re-l, his mate, waiting for him to feast upon her supple body. Vincent stood over the bed looking smugly down at his blushing minx tied securely to the bed, her legs spread far apart. Her pussy lips were drenched, dripping nectar down the crack of her ass and to the mattress below. He mused he would have to change the mattress soon; the smell of her sex soaking into the fabric was intoxicating, making his long cock rock hard and prepared to skewer her tiny fuck hole. He stood there for some time just looking at Re-l; watched as her body continued to heat up as she struggled against her restraints. He took great pleasure in watching her in sexual agony with no way of satisfying the burning desire now consuming her body. He locked his emerald eyes on her soft brown eyes and trying to convey his own sexual desire to her; willing his pheromones to travel through the air up her nose, to attack her olfactory center, confusing and stimulating the sensitive nerve bundles until she could no longer withhold her own wanton sexuality. She was writhing in sexual agony now. Her eyes were glazed over as his pheromones overrode the logical centers of her brain. She began to buck and squirm, thrusting her pussy and ass into the air; she was trying to entice him to pleasure her, begging him for his touch to cool the fire now blazing through her loins. She looked at him and in a soft whimper pleaded, "Vincent. Vincent? Please my dear sweet Vincent. My studly hung man-god. Please come over her and fuck me. Please, I'm begging you. My tiny pussy needs your giant fuck stick! Please shove your massive prick up my fuck hole, skewer your cock on my slutty quim! I know I am a total cock whore, a worthless slutty whore. Please. I need your cock to make me a good girl again. Won't you come and dump a gallon of that delicious cum in my baby hole and make me a good girl again?" This filthy dialogue was not lost on Vincent. His cock was reacting vigorously despite his stoic demeanor. His staff was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum on to the carpet below. Re-l noticed the state of his cock and smiled; she continued her filthy monologue. "See? Your cock doesn't lie. You need to be more honest with me Vincent. Don't you know I am your dirty cock slut, yours and yours alone? Your gigantic fuck stick knows it has a home, several homes in fact, in my whorish body. Come to me. Fuck me! Shove that enormous cock in every orifice on my body! Bathe me in your abundant fuck cream! Baptize me in your glorious spunk and make this cum-guzzling whore love you even more!" She was delirious with pleasure from her own words. Her pussy was flooding now. A large pool of girl-cum had gathered beneath her writhing body. She was completely out of her fucking mind and enjoying every glorious minute of it. Vincent walked over to the side of the bed and knelt down next to his vixen, moving his cock to within six inches of her hungry mouth. Re-l turned her head towards his massive mushroom. She opened her mouth, trying to invite him to fuck her mouth. She was panting heavily, her hot breath bathing his cock, giving Vincent a new pleasure. She extended her tiny pink tongue, trying to touch and caress his cock. There were tears in her eyes, a supreme hunger burning in those amber corneas. Without allowing her to touch him, he bent close to her ear and whispered, "Re-l listen to me. I love you more than life itself. You are my mate, my completion in this world. But tonight you are my filthy, dirty, cock whore. You are my personal fuck toy to do with as I please. I am going to bring you so much pleasure, your body will collapse from the amount of orgasms you will have. I will fuck you so good you will come just from the thought of my giant cock filling your filthy, dirty pussy. I am going to fill your body with so much cum your body will hunger for my creamy nut juice for the rest of your life. I am going to fill every hole you have with my sperm until I run dry. Tonight you will call me master." With this last word she looked at him with wanton lust screaming, "Yes! Oh fuck yes! Please master, my beautiful hung master! Please make your dirty cock slave a good girl again! I need to be punished for teasing your beautiful, delicious cock. I need to taste and swallow gallons of your tasty cum, filling my pussy and tummy till I can't take anymore. I want to know that I can pleasure your beautiful, muscular horse cock...." Re-l was not able to finish her sentence as all the filthy talking had brought a torrential orgasm all its own upon her tiny body. Re-l's head rolled and dropped back as she screamed. Her pussy clenched in sweet agony. Vincent watched in fascination as a thick stream of cum evacuated from her urethra in a beautiful arc, hitting the floor just beyond the footboard. She continued to scream as her orgasm ripped through her for a whole minute; the stream of cum slowing to a trickle as it dripped off her beautiful ass. Re-l breathed erratically, trying to slow her heartbeat as she finally came down from the earth-shattering orgasm. Vincent was speechless. He had never seen such a display as sensual and beautiful as his tiny Re-l squirted her release all over the floor. "That was the most beautiful and erotic thing I have ever seen." He whispered in visual awe. Re-l looked at him weakly and smiled. She didn't know she had that powerful an orgasm in her. Fuck! She was so turned on right now! The kinkiness of the bondage and filthy talk was making her hotter than she had ever known to be. What will happen when he finally fucks her? The thought made her pussy tingle with anticipation. He bent over her body and kissed her gently, "Do you want me to untie you?" She looked at him with continual hunger, "You better fucking not! I'll attack and rape your ass if you do. But you better make sure I can't move or walk straight after you do untie me. I expect you to fuck me silly with that beautiful cock of yours and make me orgasm till I pass out!" Vincent blinked and gasped in mock surprise. He was enjoying the effect the kink was having on Re-l. She really was enjoying this new experience. It warmed his heart to know that he could have such an effect on this lovely creature. How he loved her. He wanted to pleasure her immensely and be with her always. He tried to regain the same stoic and demanding mask he wore when he first tied her up; he was finding it difficult not to chuckle at her sincerity and the utter ridiculousness of it all. He stiffened his actions and played the part of an angered master, "you dirty slut! How dare you orgasm without me saying so! Now I must punish you so you can learn proper respect for your master and his needs!" Vincent reached under Re-l to squeeze and massage her buttocks. She squealed in delight, "I'm sorry my hung master. My beautiful godly master! I couldn't help myself. You make me so horny, so very fucking horny! I can't help but think of your massive fuck rod destroying my dirty, little pussy; the thought alone makes me want to cum again and again." The bonds holding her body were flexible enough to allow Vincent to flip Re-l onto her stomach. Her heart-shaped ass pointed proudly in the air. Re-l watched in fascination and mock horror as Vincent climbed onto the bed and straddled her back sitting on his knees before her ass. His own muscular ass pointed towards her. "Now I am going to punish my little cock whore until she learns proper respect for her master!" Vincent said in a dark gruff voice. Vincent raised his right hand in a dramatic display as he turned his head to look at Re-l. She was looking at him with hungry anticipation. As he continued holding her gaze, he allowed his heavy hand to fall onto her left buttock with a resounding SLAP! The resulting force ground her engorged sex into the silk sheets, causing Re-l to buck in both pleasure and pain. Her sensitive clit hammered every time his hand rose and fell upon her perfect little ass. Vincent never lifted his gaze from hers as he proceeded to spank and massage her buttocks. Re-l's reaction was growing increasingly erotic. Her breath was becoming sharper and more ragged as her arousal grew and grew. Between the short painful whimpers a continual sensual mewling was growing in her throat as her battered pussy was raped across the silken bedding. "Yes Master! Smack that tight ass! Punish your little cock tease! Teach your little slutty slave not to cum without your saying so! Oh God! Master! I'm going to cum so fucking hard again! I'm going to...going...cum...oh fuck! Please master! Say it is okay to cum! My little pussy is soaked for you. It needs a release! Please master, let me cum!" With a final resounding slap across her ass, Re-l came. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she began to scream and whimper. Her body was quivering and trembling between Vincent's powerful thighs as he watched her endure one continuous wave of pleasure after another. Just as she started to come down he started spanking and massaging her ass again, forcing her into a second wave of powerful trembling. "Oh fuck....fuck....fuck, fuck, fuck...God!! I'm fucking cuumm...i...ng." Tears began to forming as she tried to withstand the torrential hammering her body was enduring. The nerve endings in her ass and pussy sending endless impulses to the pleasure center of her brain. Her battered pussy was leaking profusely under her writhing body. But Vincent was not finished...oh no. He was going to give her an orgasm she would not soon forget. Just as Re-l was finally coming down from her second violent thrashing, he stuck a finger into her pussy, moistening and fucking her burning hole. Then he shoved his sodden digit into her tiny asshole. Re-l opened her eyes wide in fear and confusion. Her mouth contorted and twitched as her lips formed a continuous and silent "Oh!" A final massive orgasm ripped through her tortured body so quickly her mind was reeling to process the amount of electrical impulses flooding her brain as every single nerve ending in her body fired an impulse at once. The resulting orgasm was too much for her and she passed out from the pleasure. Her pussy continued to drool on the bed long after conscious thought left her battered body. ********************** Re-l woke with a start; she didn't know where she was. She was still tied to the bed but now she could not see anything. She could not see! Something soft was covering her eyes, causing her to panic slightly. She screamed as a large hand came down on her right buttock and squeezed harshly. "Vincent?" she asked the darkness. She felt his hot breath fall on her ear, "So. My little cock tease decided to wake from her little nap, did she? It isn't nice to make your master wait so long for some attention. My cock is rock hard and waiting for your hot little mouth. Will you be a good girl now and suck my cock?" The fear of the moment quickly passed as she again felt the passion and arousal return with renewed intensity. She was pleased Vincent had decided to keep her restrained and surprised he had decided to up the kink factor once more. "Yes my master! I'm so sorry for not sucking your delicious fat cock. I have been such a horrible, horrible cock tease. Please clean my dirty, filthy mouth with your giant fuck stick. Would you please now fuck my mouth and let me swallow a gallon of that delicious nut cream?" She felt his massive girth glide across her lips and immediately opened her mouth to let it slide pass her lips and into her throat. She concentrated on relaxing her throat as Vincent proceeded to fuck her mouth. She felt so deliciously naughty letting him use her like a fucking toy while she was restrained. His cock felt so warm and tasted so good as it slid in and out of her sensual mouth. She added pressure to her tongue to give his cock extra friction as it slid in and out; a pleasurable grunt from Vincent told Re-l he enjoyed the stimulation. After a couple of minutes, Re-l could tell Vincent was close as his speed continued to increase to near recklessness. She felt the familiar tingle in his shaft that signaled his ejaculation. She concentrated on relaxing her throat and let him do what he wanted. Suddenly Vincent held very still and Re-l prepared for the onslaught as she felt his flood gates open. With a low grunt he came. Her mouth was suddenly filled to the brink with hot seed as it evacuated in torrential spurts from his thick shaft. She swallowed his sperm like it was air. Sucking and slurping at his cock like a massive straw, milking every delicious drop of sperm from her new favorite source. His semen always made her feel light headed. Its smell and texture was so strong yet tasted as sweet as honey. The first time she tasted his cock, she became instantly and irreparably addicted to his spunk. As the flow lessened and finally slowed to a trickle, Re-l continued to lick and suck, plunging her tongue into his slit causing him to jerk and a final delicious rope of cum splash against her throat. His deflated cock finally fell out of her mouth with a pop. She giggled as she heard his weight drop with a resounding thud onto the floor. She was infinitely proud to know she could have such an effect on her magnificent lover. She listened quietly to his breath as he came down from his own massive orgasm. She squinted slightly as the soft fire light washed over her eyes as the blind fold was removed. She looked up at Vincent with an impish grin; like a cat who just caught the canary. "Am I your favorite little good girl again Master?" she asked in the most innocent girl voice she could muster. He grinned wickedly at her. His eyes sparkled in delight and love as she continued their sensual charade. He tried to speak forcefully to her in a masterful tone, but failed miserably when he looked into her face. Ergo Proxy Ch. 03 "Not quite little one" he said softly, "but you soon will be." He leaned down and with a long sensual kiss he loosened the bonds on her wrists. Then he walked around and with a playful swat on her rump, removed the bonds on her ankles. Re-l rubbed her wrists to regain circulation as Vincent expertly massaged and kissed her ankles. The time for aggressive kinkiness and foreplay were over. Now was the time for quiet and reflective love making. She scooted her ass slightly off the center of the bed to make room for his massive frame. The moment he settled his weight on the bed, she thrust herself once more into his arms. She crushed her lips tenderly to his and whispered, "Thank you! That was the most fun I have had in a long time. I never came so hard and you were soooo bad. Feel free to tie me up anytime. I love being your little cock slave!" His eyes held hers with an amused sparkle. He was grinning stupidly from ear to ear. For the first time Re-l noticed the grayness had fled his eyes. The darkness of loneliness and pain was replaced by a clear calmness in his gorgeous emerald eyes. She felt her heart swell and tears come to her eyes as she realized she was the one to remove the pain from his heart. She buried her head into his chest and sobbed softly, whimpering and smiling to herself. No words needed to be said. He knew the reason for these tears; these tears were most welcome to him. His beautiful, sensitive, sexy Re-l; how he loved her. Her tears soon were replaced by silent giggling as she kissed and caressed his stomach and chest. She kissed and caressed up to his neck where she began nuzzling and kissing his neck. She was mewling softly in his ear as she nibbled his ear lobe. He felt a small shiver run up his spine as she licked from the base of his collar bone to his ear, sticking her small tongue deep into his ear canal then moving once again to nibble on his ear lobe. Again he shivered as bolts of pleasure ran up and down his spine. "You like that baby? You like when I tongue fuck your ear? Am I your good little girl yet? Or am I still a filthy, dirty cock tease?" She asked this last question as her tiny hand grabbed a hold of his hog and began to gently jerk him off. A small gasp escaped his lips as she continued to play with his growing fuck rod. But two can play at this game. Re-l gasped as Vincent's lips wrapped around her pert little nipple, sucking and nibbling at the darkened little nub. She began to grind her soaked pussy against his chest as he continued to nurse at her swollen tit. Suddenly she detached herself from him and moved her weight down to center her sex above his swollen cock. She gently began easing herself down on to his massive girth. She gasped as she felt his giant cock head slip past her lips into her waiting hole. She used both her hands to slow the progression of his giant tool. God! This would tear her open one day if she wasn't careful. The thought of his cock ripping her open sent a shiver running through her loins and a wicked grin to cross her face. When she felt the head of his cock bounce against her cervix she stopped to allow her pussy to adjust to his size. Fuck! She always felt so fucking full with him in her pussy. She doubted she could ever fully adjust to his massive girth; he was just too fucking huge. She wasn't complaining of course. Every woman in Romdo, fuck the whole planet, would give her left tit to ride this massive donkey dong. And it was hers! It was hers to love, to fuck, to have it slide in and out of her sopping hole and everywhere else whenever she needed it. It was hers to suck, to fuck, to feel every massive spurt of come fill her over and over again. It was hers to impregnate her, to give her a child, the ultimate physical symbol of their love. This last thought filled her with warmth that had nothing to do with her sexual arousal. A content sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and began to slide up and down his pole. Vincent was in fucking Heaven! Every time they fucked, it was a new experience. This was however the first time he fucked her as Vincent and not as Ergo. A content feeling washed over him as this tiny nymph bounce up and down repeatedly on his cock. Her whimpers and mewls of pleasure reminded him of how many times he and Monad had made love. He knew Re-l was so much like Monad; not only physically, but emotionally as well. Monad had been a wild sexual firecracker in private keeping him constantly sated with her adventurous sexuality. She was so fragile and shy personally; but she only allowed him to see that side of her. Outside she had maintained a stoic face of determination and control to ward off any signs of weakness. A brief tinge of sadness tugged at his heart as he wished he knew what had happened to her. He had been so lonely these last few years without her. He once again was tugged away from his thoughts as he felt his Re-l begin to grind in earnest against his cock. He continued to watch Re-l fuck him, moving her luxurious fuck box up and down his giant pole. God! Her pussy was Heaven! Her first orgasm snapped him out of his reverie as he watched her twitch on his cock, her velvet lips clutching his cock while she drenched him in her sexual juiciness. She was whimpering and swearing loudly as her orgasm continued to treat her body like an epileptic. Vincent loved how nasty and vulgar Re-l could be, it only heightened their sexual experience; it drove him mad with lust. He reached out to cup her large breasts as she finally began to slide up and down his cock once more, a low grunt escaping her small body as he hit especially deep against her womb. He lifted his body until his face was even with hers. He watched intently as she pleasured herself on his cock. She opened her eyes and locked her vision with his. His hand searched out her clit, stroking and teasing the tiny button. This caused her eyes to widen and her mouth to screw into a tight little "oh" as another orgasm wracked her body. She threw her head back and screamed loudly as he felt himself slide deeper into her body. "Fuck...fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck...my god, my beautiful god...how I love your massive cock. I am your slutty little whore! I am so addicted to your giant dick and your delicious cum! Won't you please come and fill me with your gigantic load. Come and plaster my insides with your spunk!" She continued with such vulgarity until she could no longer handle the sensation and slipped of his cock. She lay in a heap panting and sobbing quietly as she waited for her sensitivity to return to a semblance of normality. Vincent rolled her over onto her back kissing and caressing her lips and neck. He carefully placed kisses on her heaving chest. She was too sensitive at the moment and any pressure would set her off again. She was whimpering constantly as he continued to move his tongue down from her breasts to her navel. He spent a moment licking and caressing her toned stomach. He wickedly began to tongue her belly button, eliciting riotous laughter from Re-l. She desperately fought against his tongue as he continued to fuck her navel. She finally convinced him to stop as she pushed his head further south, moving him to the destination of her desire. Vincent loved cunninglus. There is something so sensual and perfect about licking a woman's pussy. Plus it always made him hard doing this. And Re-l's pussy? She was as near perfection as one could hope. Her feminine petals framed her dripping hole in perfect symmetry. She kept a small patch of black down above her lips; the hair was so soft and seemed to only accentuate her loveliness. Her feminine smell made his head swim with lust; her taste was ambrosia to his lips. He would gladly worship at her dripping trough for the rest of her days. He lived only to bring her love and happiness. The physical pleasure she returned to him was only a reflection of the desire and lust he felt for her. Vincent continued to lap and caress Re-l's delicate petals, drawing soft cooing from her lips as her hole continued to release copious amounts of her wetness. He gingerly slipped his large thumb into her fiery hole while he continued to kiss and caress the folds of her pussy. This action caused Re-l to whimper and begin to fuck his digit in earnest as she continued down the road to ecstasy. Vincent moved his index finger to her beautiful rosebud, which was soaked in slippery cum from Re-l's drooling hole. He gingerly rimmed the outside of her nether region while he continued to feast and finger fuck her to oblivion. She was looking at him in rapture, her breathing ragged and shallow as she was driving herself to an explosive orgasm. She continued to watch him, their eyes locked together in lust when Vincent finally slipped his finger into her tiny chute. Re-l went wild with delirious abandon. She screamed and cursed as Vincent did everything to drive her over the edge. With one glorious howl she came with a shuddering climax. Her pussy and ass clenched tightly upon his fingers as she continued to fuck herself on his hand. Vincent sealed his mouth around her sensitive nub and watched with rapt amusement when her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Her reaction was fierce and almost violent. Her urethra opened as she came harder, squirting and drenching his face with her girlish goo. Vincent moved his mouth to trap the bountiful offering now spewing forth from her hole. He sucked and drank with sinful delight as she fucked his drenched face, grinding her naughty quim against the bridge of his nose. Vincent finally allowed his fingers to slip from her holes as she collapsed on the bed whimpering and mewling wildly, her orgasm refusing to relinquish her body. She continued to shake quietly, cursing loudly her sexual satisfaction. After a few moments her eyes fluttered open and her breathing returned to a steady inhalation and exhalation. She looked down at him resting his chin on her stomach, her ejaculate dripping from his face and chin and pooling in her naval, a sadistic grin creasing the wrinkles around his emerald eyes. She gasped, "Don't think you can give me one of the best orgasms of my life and walk away from me without letting me fuck that righteous cock of yours. I am going to make you blow no less than a gallon of that delicious cum in my baby hole. I want your seed Vincent. I want your child. I want to feel a new life growing inside of me, knowing it is yours. Please Vincent, come and bury your giant fuck stick in me and impregnate me with your fucking baby spunk!" Vincent brought his face to hers as he proceeded to align his genitals with hers, preparing to skewer her blessed pussy. They kissed a long and sensual kiss, Re-l feasting upon her own juices, licking and tasting her essence on his face. Their tongues darted after each other, clenching and fencing in an unending battle for dominance. Without a single word between them, Vincent buried his length inside of his beloved Re-l. She allowed him to continually push inch after delicious inch, splitting her apart in blessed agony. Re-l concentrated on relaxing her muscles entirely, willing her womb to open to this massive invader. They both gasped when their pubic bones touched one another, his entire length now buried in her fiery quim. "My God! Vincent! My handsome muscular Vincent! You're in me. You fucking buried that massive piece of meat in my tiny hole. I feel so complete, so warm and full. I can feel you twitching inside my womb. I love you! I love you with all my heart and soul! My body belongs to you and you alone from now till the end of time. Come Vincent! Fuck me and flood my baby pot with your massive load! I want your cum! I need to feel it swimming inside me, warming my body with your heat." Vincent never broke eye contact with Re-l. Their fuck was long and luxurious. His weight supported in his massive arms, bulging and flexing as he moved his hips back and forth, grinding his loins against her own. He continually sucked and caressed her ruby lips. He licked and nuzzled her neck and collar bone, biting softly at her jugular drawing a soft gasp of painful pleasure from his beautiful lover. He lowered his head and began sucking and nibbling her gorgeous dark nipples. Every time he pulled and thrust his cock into her burning pussy, her poor battered clit was stimulated; this caused a continual whimpering and mewling from Re-l as she experienced a continual string of orgasms, one after another. By the time Vincent felt the familiar tingle in his cock and his balls begin to tighten, she was a broken mess. Vincent headed for the home stretch. He increased his rhythm to bring them both crashing down at the same time. Re-l wrapped her slender legs around ass, driving his hips into her as hard as he could. She was enticing him to fucking break her. To tear her pussy asunder and detonate his load in her fiery fuck box. The rhythm became reckless as Vincent's hips became a blur until finally, he groaned and ground his teeth as he felt his own massive orgasm overtake him; his balls released their contents and his cock exploded inside her womb, dumping his entire load inside his perfect mate. Re-l in turn screamed so loudly, Vincent could feel his ear drums quake in open revolt. She writhed and squirmed around his cock, her body resigning itself to its own explosive orgasm. Vincent moaned as he felt her pussy clamp down on his rod, milking and massaging his cock; her cum flooding around his cock in gigantic squirts. Her pussy finally relinquished its death grip on his cock, allowing him to evacuate her lovely furnace. Vincent could not help but chuckle. She was an absolute fucking mess. Her beautiful main of raven hair was draped around her body, soaking up the collection of their fluids. Her pussy, now red and throbbing, continued to spew forth their collective sated sexuality. She was gasping and breathing so heavily, he feared for a moment her lungs would collapse. Her entire body was covered in a heavy sheen of sweat and ejaculate. He gently picked up her bruised and broken body and carried her gently into the bathroom. He then proceeded to flip change the bedding. The mattress would never be the same. Their combined sex had thoroughly soaked into the still damp mattress. He imagined their combined sex would continue to linger in this room for quite some time. Vincent turned his head towards the bathroom as he heard the shower turn on. He himself was covered in a heady mixture of sex and sweat. He quickly crossed the large room and walked in behind Re-l in the shower. They shared a crushing embrace as he brought his large arms from behind her to massage and caress her small body; his cock found a comfortable home, nestled between her ass cheeks. They quickly soaped each other up, caressing and massaging each other in a loving manner. There would be no more sex tonight; both were exhausted physically and mentally. The days events had altered the future together for the better. No matter what the future brought their way, they would always try to face it together. Vincent refueled and stoked the dying embers of the fire until it was again a roaring flame. He then returned to bed next to his slumbering Re-l. He quietly lifted her head to the crook of his arm, cradling his lovely princess in a soft embrace. She opened her eyes momentarily and with a look of supreme innocence she asked him, "Am I your good girl again Master?" Vincent could not help himself. He broke into a smile and chuckled loudly. She never ceased to amaze him. He looked into her soft brown eyes, those doe-like eyes now accented in a soft sensual light from the fire. His emerald eyes captured and drank in her nubile form. He lowered his mouth to hers for one last kiss of the evening. "Yes Re-l. You are my good girl. And you will remain so now and forever." He answered in a quiet voice as the gentleness of sleep tugged at their consciousnesses. They fell asleep wrapped in each others arms. The warmth of the fire was matched only by the warmth and love they felt in their hearts. They slept soundly, slumbering in each other's embrace. In this desolate and unforgiving world, there could always be found a small measure of warmth and love. And their love was a beacon, a standard to every living creature left on this planet. Their's was a love that was timeless, unending; a love that would continue to transcend space and time for all eternity. Outside the warmth of the fire, the shadowy figure crept silently towards the entrance as the two entwined lovers continued to slumber. **********************