DARKSIDE: The United States of Anarchy; "Robert's Revenge."
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[Disclaimer: This text is intended for adult audiences, if you are
not of age to view it, be somewhere else. This series of
explores the darker aspects of the human experience, if that might
offend you, then you were warned, and it isn't my problem. -- KTM]
Anything can happen in the Multiverse. Even a world that
is much like ours, but which somehow... isn't. A world that is a
magnet for the blackness in the dreams and souls of humankind. A
world known as: The Darkside.
The World's economic system depends on a delicate
interlocking system of mutual trust and financial debt. When those
bonds shattered, the governments and monetary institutions
crumbled. Even the most idealistic civil servants left their jobs
when their families were gripped with hunger. The Survivors of the
Chaos would come to call their nation the United States of Anarchy.
Chapter 3. "Robert's Revenge." -- by KTM.
Deep in the bowels of the Indian Cavern, Robert Black
looked up, taking the ebony Rod in hand, and disappeared in a swirl
of darkness. He re-appeared in his front yard, surprising three
members of the gang who were sitting on the wide porch. They
jumped up, one of them a gun and shooting at the naked
intruder.
The bullets bounced off Robert's bare chest, and he stopped
to smile briefly at the success of his invulnerability trick. With
a wave of his hand, he made them fall unconscious. He stepped up
on the porch and picked up the gun, crushing it in his hand.
Two more came out the front door to check on the source
of the gunfire, and they fell down as well. They didn't even have
a chance to gawk at the nude Adonis standing in front of the door.
Robert waved the Rod over them, to ensure they would not awaken
until he decided.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He was
standing right where his had, the day he'd died. He whirled
like a cat, and fired a bolt of midnight energy at the brigand
named Bear, who was leaning around the corner with his pistol just
like he had last time. A appeared in the heavy man's chest
that Robbie could have thrown a softball through. With a hoarse
gurgle, Bear dropped.
Glass shattered as gun muzzles were thrust through the
front windows on either side of the door, firing bullets
continuously at Robert, which missed. Most of them hit a barrier
shield around the Dark man, and fell softly to the porch.
He crossed his arms and waited out the first hail of
bullets, then opened the front door, and stepped inside. The on either side of the door turned and fired at him. The
projectiles passed through him, and their gunfire riddled each
other instead. Both of them slid down in pools of blood.
Another thug sitting on the living room couch caught his
eye. He seemed to be torn between fleeing the room, and reaching
for the gun just out of his reach. With a thought from Robert, the
brigand lapsed into the quiet coma the on the porch enjoyed.
Three of the unwashed stepped into the living room from
the broad main Hall. They carried the heaviest weapons that the
gang had. One of them had a street sweeper; a vicious black little
gun that auto-fired dozens of shotgun shells from a fat round clip,
like one from an time Tommy-Gun. There was a fully converted
AK-47, and Mr. Black's pump action shotgun.
The roar of their gunfire echoes loudly in the house,
and Robert scowled. With a brusque gesture, he made the bullets
flying at him turn in midair without losing any of their velocity,
and slammed back into the would-be assassins. They fell dead, and
Robert crumpled all the guns in the room into abstract
paperweights.
He reached out with his mind, and located the others. He
spotted three of them running in the backyard, heading for the
gate. They were nearly at the spot where his Sammy had been
killed. They fell while running, slipping into a coma that not
even the act of skidding to a halt on their faces could disturb.
Robert walked past the bloody corpses at the entrance of
the Hall, and went to his mother's bedroom. Skull stood there,
holding a gun to Sissy's head, with his other fist wrapped in her
lank auburn hair. "Get out of here, you scuz," the gang leader
hissed, "or I'll blow her brains out!" Sissy was sobbing, and her
mother was lying unconscious on the floor.
"No you won't," Robert said quietly. The pistol flew out
of the leader's hands and into his own. He crushed it easily.
Skull felt himself let go of the girl's hair without his volition,
and step in front of the naked man. He was powerless to fight the
compulsion.
"Why did you come here?" Robert asked.
"It was Red," Skull said woodenly. "He said there would be
food and females here. We just hadda kill the and the kid. It
sounded like a good deal to me, so we came here, and it was just
like he said, until you came.
A spark of realization lit the black eyes of the big man,
but he focused back on the victim before him. Skull had changed
his life, and Robert meant to remember him for it. He laid the Rod
along one side of the lean man's chin, and his hand along the
other: Black fire roared over the brigand's body, consuming it
totally. All but the now fleshless skull that Robert now held. It
was an interesting souvenir, but for now he dropped it to the
floor.
Sissy was sitting besides her mom's still form, trying to
bring her around. She hadn't really watched what the Dark had
done to her tormentor, but she looked up at him in fear. Robert
gazed at her naked body for a moment, his cock hardening in
anticipation. Her eyes widened at the huge penis, but then flicked
to the side, at a bit of movement behind him.
The hairy named Wolf had crouched in the closet,
watching his boss's incineration. Now he crept up with a big
hunting knife, and jabbed it deep in the side of the enemy. Robert
gasped at the brief surge of pain, but then frowned as he willed
his body to expel the blade and to heal itself.
Wolf snarled as he fought to jam the knife in deeper, but
Robert turned, clenching his free hand over the brigand's sinewy
wrist. He made Wolf let go, as the blade pushed out and clattered
to the floor. He hesitated, on the verge of killing his attacker,
but then he relented and knocked him out, instead. Wolf might be
useful to him later.
But before he could play, there was one last worm to sniff
out. Robert snagged wolf by the scruff of his biker vest, and
dragged him out of the room and left him there. Then he went to
the back hall and pulled down the attic stairs.
"Red," his deep voice called. "Come out! Don't make me
come in and get you, Rodney."
The teen was too craven to answer. Robert floated up to
the attic, remembering so well just days ago, when their positions
had been reversed. He found the scared teenager, huddled in the
corner in a puddle of his own urine. Robert took his arm and
pulled the incoherent and flailing kid to the hall below.
"Why'd you do it, Rodney?" Robert asked. "You live in this
town. Why'd you wind up with this scum?" He slapped Red, to
silence his blubbering.
Tears started flowing down Red's face, but he started
talking, "They were so strong and cool! They said I could be too.
I just had ta point 'em at good targets, that's all. And they said
I could join in with them.
"Why'd you pick the Blacks?" Robert insisted, needing to
know, but somehow already knowing. "What did they ever do to you?"
"Mr. Black was the manager of Halden's Grocery, where I
used to work," said. "His little brat saw me snitching stuff
from the store, and tattled to his daddy. I really needed that
job, the bastard didn't have to fire me like that. I hated the
little runt, too. I'm glad they chased him into the cave to die."
White hot rage exploded through Robert. All this pain had
been for that! Without thinking he reached down and rended the apart with his bare hands, silencing his piercing screams. Soon he
was quiet. As quiet as his Sammy was, or Robert's dad.
Robert was splattered with gore. With a sweeping gesture,
he was clean, and the bodies were buried. The house was repaired
with the skull as a new decoration for the mantlepiece. Lastly the
ten coma victims were laid out on the side porch, the house was
quiet once more.
He went back to the bedroom. His was awake, and she
was clutching Sissy's hands as they waited in dread for what would
happen now. Their hair hung limply, and the looked unkempt as
sloppy from constant use. "Let me clean you," Robert said. With
a wave of his hand, they were washed, but he left them nude.
"Who are you?" his asked. "What do you want from us?"
"My name is Robert, he said. He let his desire show, and
it hit them like a physical wave. "And what I want is a little...
gratitude from you." He put the Rod down on the dresser, and stood
before them. They watches his massive cock come to twitching
attention at their gaze.
was trying to fight the mild compulsion, but Sissy
seemed fascinated with the pulsing cock-meat before her. Both
women had been constantly subjected to sexual stimulation since
their home was invaded. Robert wasn't quite coercing them with his
newfound powers, but he was wanted to seduce him, and his desire
was influencing them.
"What are you waiting for?" said, bitterly. "Why don't
you just rape us?"
"Because I don't have to," the Dark said. "You know
that I could, I took out the whole gang with little effort." He
reached out and caressed the auburn hair of his sister. He let his
hand drift down to the side of her face, to the hollow of her neck,
and then give a good squeeze of her full breasts. She was
startled at his casual boldness.
She shot a guilty glance at her mother, but then leaned
into his warm hand. The strange wasn't hurting or degrading
her, and there was something fascinating about him that she
couldn't define.
Sissy looked at his face. He was handsome in a familiar
way. Sort of like her crossed with Tom Cruise, but built to
Arnold's scale. He didn't look angry or cruel like the brigands,
but she could feel the hot desire that showed in his dark eyes.
Her eyes dropped to his ready cock. There was a glistening
drop of pre-cum at the tip, and she swallowed hard, unsure if she
should resist the desire to taste it. She leaned forward, wetting
her lips.
"Susan!" her said, grabbing her arm, but the
didn't care. She laid a soft kiss on his cockhead, touching her
tongue to it. His hand came down to gently stroke her face. Susan
trembled, his gentleness effecting her in unexpected ways. It was
so arousing in comparison to the brutal, painful treatment given
her by the invaders. She went to on his cock with a will,
revelling in the feelings it gave her, and somehow knowing in her
bones that this would never harm her.
Maggie Black looked in amazement at her daughter's actions.
He wasn't forcing her at all, and her was blowing him with
amateur gusto. Her eyes met his, and they were warm and hungry.
Her groin began to wet at the look, and should begin to understand
the way her was acting, and her evident arousal.
"Come on, Mo-... Maggie," he said softly, reaching with his
other hand to stroke the woman's cheek. Tears gleamed in her
eyes as the sudden realization came to her that the Dark would
never allow them to be harmed. With him, they would be safe in an
uncertain and dangerous world.
He hugged her to his side, and she cried softly against
him. A smile of irony crossed his face, but he held her tight, and
patted her hair. "It's alright," he said, "you'll be safe now,
with me."
Susan moaned, squirming. The feelings she got this
big cock were making her feel so hot. The smell of her desire
reached the other two.
Maggie knew that if she wanted, he would let her pull away,
but she wasn't sure she wanted to. This was the who had
punished her husband's killers. She'd seen them kill Dennis, and
they'd bragged they'd drove her son Robbie to his death.
A few weeks ago she wouldn't have done it. But a few weeks
ago, the dollars appeared strong, and law enforcement officers
still tried to fulfill their duty to 'serve and protect'. She'd
heard that the country had slipped into chaos, but she hadn't
really believe it, until faced with the proof. If they wanted to
be safe, they needed a strong protector, and no one seemed stronger
than this Robert.
She needed a last assurance. "Will you ever leave us
alone?" she asked.
"Not as long as I live," he said. "I swear it. The two of
you are mine, forever." Susan hummed her approval on his cock.
That raised more questions in Maggie's mind than it
answered. "But, why?" she said, puzzled.
"Because I don't want to share you," he said with a
lecherous grin. "You'll have my children from now on."
"Children? Oh, god," said Maggie, "Susan. What if she's
already...?" Her eyes reflected a mixture of disgust and worry.
Robert dropped his hands, laying his palms on their
bellies. He could sense the sperm of the brigands inside them, and
destroyed it all. He sought to know if they were pregnant, and
found his answer. "Neither of you are pregnant... yet," he said.
He thought of something else. He knew what was, and
had heard jokes about stupid or deformed children. He closed his
eyes and wanted to know what problems they would have bearing his
kids. He could see none. In fact, he was scarcely related to them
anymore. His genetics had been substantially altered, making some
of the various gifts he now had, things he could pass on to his
offspring.
He felt it was time to give Susan what she'd been working
so hard for. He put both hands on her head, and pumped her face
with care. He wanted him to be able to handle his load, and to her
amazement, she could. It seemed sweet and heavy, like a sexual
drug, so unlike the bitter seed of the scum who'd been raping her.
Robert smiled at the woman, waggling his eyebrows at
her, in friendly seduction. "It's your turn, Maggie. Get on the
bed."
She laid down, quivering. She was surrendering her body
freely to a stranger, and it was exciting. He kneeled between her
spread thighs, bending down to suck in one of her nipples. He
brought up a hand to gently maul her other breast, then began
twisting the nipple.
Susan crept behind him, and licked at his dark, hanging
nuts. She gave them little kitten licks all over, and even the balls into her mouth gently. Robert satisfied his desire to
suck on his mother's tits, bringing up both hands to squeeze them,
and leaning on her a little more, while Susan's attentions quickly
made him stone hard again, and pulsing with eagerness.
It turned him on that only he knew that he was and
son to these women, or at part of him was. On top of the acts he
was performing for the first time, breaking the of gave him an extra thrill. Maggie shifted under him, his hard cock
was digging painfully in her belly.
"Do it now," she pleaded, pulling his head from her
nipple so she would see his face, and look into his dark eyes.
"What do you say?" he asked with a playful smile.
"Please, fuck me!" she said. "I want a real man's cock,
I'm so tired of those in me."
"It will be my pleasure, and yours, too," he said. He
slipped back a little and pushed his rigid meat to an angle where
he touched his tip to the swollen labia of the woman who had born
him. With a hard thrust, he filled her, sliding deep inside her
sopping cunt. He leaned down again, and continued to nibble on his
mother's nipples as he gave her his cock in easy, powerful strokes.
Maggie moaned as he pushed himself inside her. He was so
very big, and so strong, too. Strong enough to continue
stimulating her while keeping up a steady pumping movement of
his in her vagina. Her crawled up besides them,
and kissed her passionately, unable to resist the need to be
involved.
Robert willed that Maggie's fertility cycle would change,
so that this fucking would knock her up. The mere thought that his
seed would make a child grow inside his mother's womb made his skin
shiver in white-hot desire. He started fucking her harder.
The last time, he had just watched at they were conquered,
and now it was he that was making them surrender. His was
welcoming him into her cunt. Her hands and legs clutched at him,
trying to get bring him deeper and closer. Her body was racked by
strong orgasms, and she moaned his name.
As her body began to comply to his will, his senses told
him of a fertility problem with his mother. It was the reason why
she'd tried and failed to have more kids after him, but it was
something that he could fix easily enough. He wanted no
difficulties with this pregnancy, so he even mitigated some of the
effects of her aging.
"You are going to have my baby from this," he told her.
"I... I can't. Not anymore. Not after Robbie," she
sobbed, her emotions bared to him. "Something was... torn inside."
"I healed you, Maggie," he said. "You will have more
babies now. *My* babies! I can see how you have so longed for
more, and now you will have them."
"Oh lord, if only that could be true," she said through hot
tears.
"Look at me!" he ordered, and he locked eyes with her.
"You know I'm telling you the truth."
If he'd thought his was a good fuck before, now she
became a wild woman. She bit and clawed at him, urging in on with
language that would make sailors uncomfortable. She goaded Robert
to a more vigorous level, astonishing her in the process.
The big couldn't take much more of his in this
state. That she was so eager for his baby nearly drove him to the
point of madness. He gripped her arms tight and plowed her with
great intensity. He made himself last until he thought she could
take it no more, then sped up to make her come once more.
While Maggie was in the throes of her orgasm, he cut loose
with his. Feeling him spasm inside her, knowing what would result
of it was too much for her. She screamed in fulfillment, and
slumped suddenly under him. He withdrew from her, and scanned her
with his powers. Maggie was fine. She was just overcome with her
passion.
Susan looked with fear and wonder at the dark energy
enveloping his hand as he ran it over her mother. It felt...
dangerous. Those black eyes turned to her, and she shivered; half
in fear, half in a strange desire.
"She's fine," he said gently. "It was all a little much
for her." His expression turned passionate, "It's your turn now,
isn't it little one?"
"Yes, sir," she said in a school-girl's voice. She
desperately wanted to have the fucking her had just gotten.
She leaned back on the bed, and held out her arms for him. He came
and pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
She was falling in love with him, and felt safe with him.
While Robert was kissing her on her face, her mouth, her
neck and firm breasts, part of him was thinking that only he had
such wonderful gifts. It was a shame he was the only one with
them. He remembered those sly words, 'Only your imagination limits
me', and grinned suddenly. He could give others powers, and he was
going to do it.
He started Sissy's nipples, enjoying her hands
gripping his hair. He sent his power out across the world, seeking
what potential lay in the human race for extra-ordinary gifts. To
his surprise, there was a lot. Whole clans had some strong
active talents that he didn't immediately understand. They used a
power that he'd never heard of, but he could exponentially increase
the amount of it, and their use of it. He'd find out what that was
all about some other time.
A small percentage of people had minor, but active psychic
gifts, like the who shuddered in his arms. He reached down to
play with her clit as he looked deeper. Susan seemed to a kind of
empath, which seemed to go a long way to explain her reactions to
his lusts. Many people had small latencies for psionics, and he
could open the flood gates that would enable more people to utilize
their mind's full potential. She squirmed at the stimulation of
her clit, panting with need, and began chewing on his ears.
What surprised him the most was that more than 60 percent
of the planet's population had a potential for what some would call
superpowers, or Lamarkian mutations, but for the most of them were
deeply latent. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment.
By the time he rocked back and began entering his sister's cunt, he was ready to change the world.
As he pushed into her, making her moan as he stretched her
more than anyone ever had, he sent a pulse that would bring those
with highly latent powers to the surface. Many would find out
about those powers in the near future, and more would activate as
they hit puberty. In the next generation, even more would have
them.
This pulse gave a kickstart to those psionic gifts, too,
making the average psychic far stronger. Even those active clans
would be effected, both from the new availability of their energy,
and in their enhanced ability to use it. Susan looked up at him
curiously as he did it, having felt the thrumming pulse of energy
flow through her.
Robert wasn't worried about getting his pregnant
right away, he knew that it would happen soon enough, and she was
young yet. He did start to focus far more on what he was doing, in
order to make sure that she would have the most fantastic sexual
experience she'd ever had.
Her empathy surged to full strength, and he allowed their
intimate connection to forge a small bond between them. Her eyes
widened as she identified the familiarity of the busily
thrusting his massive cock inside of her.
"Robbie?" she said incredulously. It couldn't be true.
This Dark God of a just couldn't be her bratty little brother!
He raised a finger to his wide lips. "Shhhhh, Sissy," he
said with a wicked grin. "You don't want to know her only
son just knocked her up, do you?" He lowered the admonishing
finger to flick her swollen nipple.
She pushed on his chest futilely. "You! You're awful, get
off me!" She was upset, but only half struggling with him.
"Aren't I just?" he chuckled. "And I'm not going to stop
fucking you, Sis. That link of yours is two-way, and I can see
that you're just as turned on as I am about this. Aren't you?" He
started thrusting his cock even harder, making her spasm
violently around it.
"Oh god, Robbie," she said. "How in the world...? Oh,
don't stop. Keep fucking me!" Her fingers dug into his muscular
arms. He kissed her deeply and she responded with no reservations.
"I guess you could say that I sold my soul," he said.
"It's the only thing worth selling these days, and it sure seems
like I got a hell of a deal." He smiled at his unintentional pun.
"What do you say that I finish giving you the fucking of your
life?"
"Yes! Oh, Robert, do me." Susan couldn't wait to see to
what heights that he was going to take her.
He bore down to pump her hard and fast, thinking his
intense lust at her, and seeing her respond in return. The
empathic link to him made Susan almost as passionate as their
mother's craving for children had made her.
She was such a different woman, but he enjoyed her body as
much as he had Maggie's. He brought her to a fantastic climax, and
roared his completion in turn. He held her tight afterwards, as
she continued to shudder for some time.
It wasn't long before she stirred and asked for more.
Robert was happy to oblige her, for he'd just sensed the conception
of his first child. He smiled, he could get to enjoy this kind of
life.
To be Continued.
May, 1997 -- Darkside: United States of Anarchy, Part 3 of 20.
Series Continues after #20 in Darkside: Imperial States of America.
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