Helion
*This story, and all chapters written herein, contain themes of an adult and graphic nature. Violence, abusive language, depictions of death and gore, descriptions of non-consensual events, slurs, sex, drugs, and a very particular hatred of whitebois is to be expected. Please be advised that if any of the above material may cause you distress, find another story with which to satisfy yourself.*
Ch. 01 Deeper Meaning.
The swirling colors always seemed to paint especially vivid pictures, every facet of an unnatural rainbow stretched and settled over an imagined framework. First, it was her mother, gentle, tender, compassionate; shining, and radiating calmly, powerful reassurance surging through her heart. Then it was her father, bubbling and roiling with insecurity, doubt, fear, and petty hatred; a stuttering chill forcing itself violently under her skin. Finally, the colors began to bleed; Their wisp-like tendrils drooping and sagging under some great weight. A force far beyond her perception, some immovable compulsion of the universe, pressing in on even the ethereal aspects of her mind. One of the colors, blue maybe, snapped and twitched as whatever horrific portion of time and space bent it out of existence.
Eve awoke coughing, clearing her throat before desperately dragging in a lungful of air. It had a crystalline quality, sharp and industrial, probably some mixture of Slix and weed. She could barely identify it over the intoxicating stench of cum, it suffused her nose and mouth and the bitter, slightly salty tang she picked up after licking her lips told her that was definitely what she'd been choking on. She'd just pulled in her second helping of oxygen when her eyes finally focused on the incredibly large cock swaying lazily back and forth just inches from her face. The swollen tip was dark and had a single long ribbon of cum tracing a graceful arc to her now smeared lips. She instinctively extended her tongue and traced its path back up towards the enormous black cock, muscle memory guiding her back to the one thing she'd ever truly loved aside from her mother.
"Mhmmm that's it bitch, make sure you get it all..." Jon had his eyes closed as he cooed, the man had a habit of picturing other women when he used Eve. It wasn't that he found her unattractive, she knew he quite liked her look. It was more so about the power it held, making sure Eve understood that she wasn't anything special, that she was interchangeable to Jon. Another pussy in a long line of pussies. Even so, Eve loved Jon, as much as she loved every one of the Black men in Helion City. She loved them the way her mother had taught her. Flashes of her dream played while she bobbed her head back and forth around Jon's massive cock, but just as she was getting into a solid rhythm of breathing through her nose and working her tongue around his glans, one of her teeth accidentally caught behind his head and he pulled away snarling.
"AARRGGHH, YOU USELESS FUCKING CUNT!" Eve knew it was coming before she caught sight of the tensed muscles of his stomach, the open-handed blow struck across her left cheek and caused little motes of light to dance through her vision. Momentarily stunned all she could do was silently work her jaw and attempt to hear past the tinny ringing in her ears. "Where the fuck your mind at?! Can't even fuckin' suck a cock if you ain't passed the fuck out?! And what the fuck you coughin' up my load for?! Shit, it's like you ain't even here right now!"
Jon was right and she knew it, she'd been distracted the past week and it was starting to effect her performance. At first, it was small things, losing track of time in the shower, not hearing her name being called in line for coffee, and letting her comm tag go unanswered too long. But now it was starting to interfere with some of her more important primary functions, namely, making Black Men cum.
"I'm so sorry Sir, I have no excuse for my failings, Sir, Please punish me as you desire, Sir." She spoke with conviction, hands together, head bowed and eyes closed as she'd been taught. Once again her mind drifted to her mother being swallowed in colors, but she bit her lip and willed the image to shift into that of the very annoyed Black Man standing directly over her.
"Hmph.." she could practically hear his nostrils flare as he considered her plea, and her position. "Aight, you're gettin' off light today, slut, but you better make damn sure you don't fuck around when you're with me again or I'll fix that fuckin' mouth for you, understood?"
Eve's relief was intense and immediate. Adrenaline flooded her veins and she could feel the hairs prickle all across her body as Jon grabbed a fist full of her straight, raven-black hair and turned her to face away from him. He took her ass then and beat it black and blue. Eve thanked him for every impact and did her best not to cry openly, burying her face in his bed sheets between his merciless swats. Jon made sure to draw it out, prolonging her suffering enough that, even though she was cumming almost non-stop, the pain far exceeded the pleasure she was experiencing.
After Jon had finished with her, she was unable to get up under her power, nor could she lay on her back, all she could do was lie on her side, light up a cigarette, and quietly scroll through the recent postings to the city-wide job board on her retinal projector. There was a pinkish tint to the smoke slowly drifting past her lips and she took a moment to admire its curling grace. Tellmin's Tobacco had innovated mid-century by introducing tinted tobacco and then doubled down on their success by synthesizing flavors into their designer line of cigarettes. Her current addiction was cherry flavored and the scent helped to mask the lingering bite of Slix, which had slowly begun to creep back into her nose once the cum had been cleaned out of it.
Jon dealt mostly in Slix; the home-brewed bastard of at least 7 different drugs and several chemicals whose names Eve could never remember, all she knew was that they somehow made use of the reagent responsible for tinting her smoke pink, or blue, or green. Slix had materialized in the Helion market about 30 years prior and had almost snuffed out every other addictive recreational drug in circulation. While the initial cost of production was comparatively high, once the first batch had been mixed, all one needed to do to create more was add the catalyzing reagent and carbon. This meant that Slix quickly worked its way into every shaded nook in the city, if you had a bathtub and access to Tellmin's smokes... you could manufacture Slix.
Slix wasn't the name of the drug itself, from the outset, it hadn't had one. It picked up the moniker from its effects on the user, after being inhaled the drug induced a state of pleasant relaxation, your muscles loosened and a feeling of contentment overcame you. Simultaneously you would feel sharper, more alert, attentive, and quick-witted, this often resulted in feeling "smooth", like you really knew what was going on... you were slick. And so users were called "Slicks" which was eventually truncated to Slix and associated directly with the drug.
Eve had worked a couple of cases where Slix rings had changed hands and one whiteboi or another had been in a position to wrest control away from the rightful operators. In every instance the power and money that came with running those rackets quickly consumed the unqualified sissy and legitimate damage to Helion City started to become a concern. Eve had been tasked with ending the poor whelps before they inflicted any sort of significant chaos on the superior Black citizens. Unlike Jon, whitebois could not moderate their use of the drug and ended up developing serious God complexes, if not eventually overdosing and flying into a homicidal rage.
She continued scrolling through the posts, most of which were requests for clearing out vagrant whitebois from the poorer neighborhoods and "resolving" conflicts some households were having with their hired bitchboi/maidboi. Common work like this made up the bulk of posts to the city job board and would likely get picked up by freelancers or newbie Hunters for some easy cash and experience. Eve thought back to when she cut her teeth on routing vagabond whitebois past the city walls and helping to discipline unruly losers who couldn't quite understand their natural place at the bottom of the totem pole. Back then it hadn't seemed to matter how many of them she ended, two more would spring up in their place. These days, it was easy to see the dwindling numbers of scum in Helion and while Eve was satisfied to see the difference she was making, she also couldn't help but notice how much more dangerous the ones who were left had become.
She came across a post rimmed in gold as she softly pressed her lips around the filter of her cigarette and drew in a cherry-flavored cloud of smoke; focusing on the post, it opened for her to peruse the details. Her retinal projector was a micro implant webbed directly across the blind spot where the optical nerve exited the eyeball. Using nano-filaments of platinum woven between the cones and rods of her eye, the main projector body would bounce light off of the filaments and create an image directly overlaying her sight. The resulting "screen" would appear to be projected roughly two feet away from her face while simultaneously never being obstructed by objects closer than that.
The post was a high-profile listing, big money, big favors, and probably a bigger headache. Mr. and Mrs. Dellenworth had been waiting for their ******** to return home from an afternoon out with her Boyfriend, but when evening came and went and her phone went unanswered they began to suspect something may have happened to her. Skimming through the additional information provided by the couple, Eve's eyebrows knitted together, rereading the section she slowly sat up, feeling a deep well of dread form in the pit of her stomach. "For the past week Melody had been having odd dreams revolving around color, we didn't think anything of it at the time but now we think maybe she had gotten into some bad drugs, or some kind of mental condition, we can't rule anything out at this point".
Eve accepted the request immediately and slid a finger over her tag, reaching out to her handler.
"Mason here, what's up Eve?" The deep rumble of his voice felt so, so right in her ear.
"Mason, I have a job, I.D is thirty-four Ishtar, I'll be meeting with the parents in an hour, please prep my tracking package and some additional nerve dampeners for delivery to their address." She was gingerly pulling her lingerie back on and searching for her bra as she rattled off her instructions to Mason. "Why do they always fucking manage to lose my damn bra!" Giving up on it she stumbled to the door and started working her feet into her pumps as she threaded her arms through the sleeves of her t-shirt.
"You're all prepped, Eve, you gonna be alright? What are the dampeners for?" The concern in his voice was tainted by suspicion and a little jealousy.
"Jon fucked my ass for over an hour tonight." by the sounds of it, her point-blank response took Mason off guard. "Ugh, listen, if you don't ask about it you can have my pussy for the entire morning. Bareback. And I'll even do that thing you like with my fing-"
"RIGHT!" Mason broke in. "DAMPENERS ARE PACKED!"
Eve smiled as she stepped out the door into the poorly lit hall of the apartment complex and started towards the elevator. "Thanks, Mace, I'll catch you up once I'm done, say... around six a.m.?" Images of Mason thick, Black nine-inch cock filled her mind, "No, make that five a.m. I'll see you at five tomorrow".
Mason, seemingly remembering that he was stationed higher than Eve in the social order, responded with a more composed and authoritative tone, "Acknowledged, Hunter, stay safe out there and... uh... I'll be wearing that vibrating cock-ring you love so... look forward to it."
Stepping into the elevator Eve hit the button for the lobby while directing her car to swing around to the entrance to pick her up. She swayed slightly as she attempted not to rest her ass against the wall. There was a deeper meaning to her colored dreams. Something being shared by the ******** of a well-respected and well-to-do ****** on the other side of Helion. This was going to be a hell of a long drive. And a hell of a long night.
Ch. 01 Deeper Meaning.
The swirling colors always seemed to paint especially vivid pictures, every facet of an unnatural rainbow stretched and settled over an imagined framework. First, it was her mother, gentle, tender, compassionate; shining, and radiating calmly, powerful reassurance surging through her heart. Then it was her father, bubbling and roiling with insecurity, doubt, fear, and petty hatred; a stuttering chill forcing itself violently under her skin. Finally, the colors began to bleed; Their wisp-like tendrils drooping and sagging under some great weight. A force far beyond her perception, some immovable compulsion of the universe, pressing in on even the ethereal aspects of her mind. One of the colors, blue maybe, snapped and twitched as whatever horrific portion of time and space bent it out of existence.
Eve awoke coughing, clearing her throat before desperately dragging in a lungful of air. It had a crystalline quality, sharp and industrial, probably some mixture of Slix and weed. She could barely identify it over the intoxicating stench of cum, it suffused her nose and mouth and the bitter, slightly salty tang she picked up after licking her lips told her that was definitely what she'd been choking on. She'd just pulled in her second helping of oxygen when her eyes finally focused on the incredibly large cock swaying lazily back and forth just inches from her face. The swollen tip was dark and had a single long ribbon of cum tracing a graceful arc to her now smeared lips. She instinctively extended her tongue and traced its path back up towards the enormous black cock, muscle memory guiding her back to the one thing she'd ever truly loved aside from her mother.
"Mhmmm that's it bitch, make sure you get it all..." Jon had his eyes closed as he cooed, the man had a habit of picturing other women when he used Eve. It wasn't that he found her unattractive, she knew he quite liked her look. It was more so about the power it held, making sure Eve understood that she wasn't anything special, that she was interchangeable to Jon. Another pussy in a long line of pussies. Even so, Eve loved Jon, as much as she loved every one of the Black men in Helion City. She loved them the way her mother had taught her. Flashes of her dream played while she bobbed her head back and forth around Jon's massive cock, but just as she was getting into a solid rhythm of breathing through her nose and working her tongue around his glans, one of her teeth accidentally caught behind his head and he pulled away snarling.
"AARRGGHH, YOU USELESS FUCKING CUNT!" Eve knew it was coming before she caught sight of the tensed muscles of his stomach, the open-handed blow struck across her left cheek and caused little motes of light to dance through her vision. Momentarily stunned all she could do was silently work her jaw and attempt to hear past the tinny ringing in her ears. "Where the fuck your mind at?! Can't even fuckin' suck a cock if you ain't passed the fuck out?! And what the fuck you coughin' up my load for?! Shit, it's like you ain't even here right now!"
Jon was right and she knew it, she'd been distracted the past week and it was starting to effect her performance. At first, it was small things, losing track of time in the shower, not hearing her name being called in line for coffee, and letting her comm tag go unanswered too long. But now it was starting to interfere with some of her more important primary functions, namely, making Black Men cum.
"I'm so sorry Sir, I have no excuse for my failings, Sir, Please punish me as you desire, Sir." She spoke with conviction, hands together, head bowed and eyes closed as she'd been taught. Once again her mind drifted to her mother being swallowed in colors, but she bit her lip and willed the image to shift into that of the very annoyed Black Man standing directly over her.
"Hmph.." she could practically hear his nostrils flare as he considered her plea, and her position. "Aight, you're gettin' off light today, slut, but you better make damn sure you don't fuck around when you're with me again or I'll fix that fuckin' mouth for you, understood?"
Eve's relief was intense and immediate. Adrenaline flooded her veins and she could feel the hairs prickle all across her body as Jon grabbed a fist full of her straight, raven-black hair and turned her to face away from him. He took her ass then and beat it black and blue. Eve thanked him for every impact and did her best not to cry openly, burying her face in his bed sheets between his merciless swats. Jon made sure to draw it out, prolonging her suffering enough that, even though she was cumming almost non-stop, the pain far exceeded the pleasure she was experiencing.
After Jon had finished with her, she was unable to get up under her power, nor could she lay on her back, all she could do was lie on her side, light up a cigarette, and quietly scroll through the recent postings to the city-wide job board on her retinal projector. There was a pinkish tint to the smoke slowly drifting past her lips and she took a moment to admire its curling grace. Tellmin's Tobacco had innovated mid-century by introducing tinted tobacco and then doubled down on their success by synthesizing flavors into their designer line of cigarettes. Her current addiction was cherry flavored and the scent helped to mask the lingering bite of Slix, which had slowly begun to creep back into her nose once the cum had been cleaned out of it.
Jon dealt mostly in Slix; the home-brewed bastard of at least 7 different drugs and several chemicals whose names Eve could never remember, all she knew was that they somehow made use of the reagent responsible for tinting her smoke pink, or blue, or green. Slix had materialized in the Helion market about 30 years prior and had almost snuffed out every other addictive recreational drug in circulation. While the initial cost of production was comparatively high, once the first batch had been mixed, all one needed to do to create more was add the catalyzing reagent and carbon. This meant that Slix quickly worked its way into every shaded nook in the city, if you had a bathtub and access to Tellmin's smokes... you could manufacture Slix.
Slix wasn't the name of the drug itself, from the outset, it hadn't had one. It picked up the moniker from its effects on the user, after being inhaled the drug induced a state of pleasant relaxation, your muscles loosened and a feeling of contentment overcame you. Simultaneously you would feel sharper, more alert, attentive, and quick-witted, this often resulted in feeling "smooth", like you really knew what was going on... you were slick. And so users were called "Slicks" which was eventually truncated to Slix and associated directly with the drug.
Eve had worked a couple of cases where Slix rings had changed hands and one whiteboi or another had been in a position to wrest control away from the rightful operators. In every instance the power and money that came with running those rackets quickly consumed the unqualified sissy and legitimate damage to Helion City started to become a concern. Eve had been tasked with ending the poor whelps before they inflicted any sort of significant chaos on the superior Black citizens. Unlike Jon, whitebois could not moderate their use of the drug and ended up developing serious God complexes, if not eventually overdosing and flying into a homicidal rage.
She continued scrolling through the posts, most of which were requests for clearing out vagrant whitebois from the poorer neighborhoods and "resolving" conflicts some households were having with their hired bitchboi/maidboi. Common work like this made up the bulk of posts to the city job board and would likely get picked up by freelancers or newbie Hunters for some easy cash and experience. Eve thought back to when she cut her teeth on routing vagabond whitebois past the city walls and helping to discipline unruly losers who couldn't quite understand their natural place at the bottom of the totem pole. Back then it hadn't seemed to matter how many of them she ended, two more would spring up in their place. These days, it was easy to see the dwindling numbers of scum in Helion and while Eve was satisfied to see the difference she was making, she also couldn't help but notice how much more dangerous the ones who were left had become.
She came across a post rimmed in gold as she softly pressed her lips around the filter of her cigarette and drew in a cherry-flavored cloud of smoke; focusing on the post, it opened for her to peruse the details. Her retinal projector was a micro implant webbed directly across the blind spot where the optical nerve exited the eyeball. Using nano-filaments of platinum woven between the cones and rods of her eye, the main projector body would bounce light off of the filaments and create an image directly overlaying her sight. The resulting "screen" would appear to be projected roughly two feet away from her face while simultaneously never being obstructed by objects closer than that.
The post was a high-profile listing, big money, big favors, and probably a bigger headache. Mr. and Mrs. Dellenworth had been waiting for their ******** to return home from an afternoon out with her Boyfriend, but when evening came and went and her phone went unanswered they began to suspect something may have happened to her. Skimming through the additional information provided by the couple, Eve's eyebrows knitted together, rereading the section she slowly sat up, feeling a deep well of dread form in the pit of her stomach. "For the past week Melody had been having odd dreams revolving around color, we didn't think anything of it at the time but now we think maybe she had gotten into some bad drugs, or some kind of mental condition, we can't rule anything out at this point".
Eve accepted the request immediately and slid a finger over her tag, reaching out to her handler.
"Mason here, what's up Eve?" The deep rumble of his voice felt so, so right in her ear.
"Mason, I have a job, I.D is thirty-four Ishtar, I'll be meeting with the parents in an hour, please prep my tracking package and some additional nerve dampeners for delivery to their address." She was gingerly pulling her lingerie back on and searching for her bra as she rattled off her instructions to Mason. "Why do they always fucking manage to lose my damn bra!" Giving up on it she stumbled to the door and started working her feet into her pumps as she threaded her arms through the sleeves of her t-shirt.
"You're all prepped, Eve, you gonna be alright? What are the dampeners for?" The concern in his voice was tainted by suspicion and a little jealousy.
"Jon fucked my ass for over an hour tonight." by the sounds of it, her point-blank response took Mason off guard. "Ugh, listen, if you don't ask about it you can have my pussy for the entire morning. Bareback. And I'll even do that thing you like with my fing-"
"RIGHT!" Mason broke in. "DAMPENERS ARE PACKED!"
Eve smiled as she stepped out the door into the poorly lit hall of the apartment complex and started towards the elevator. "Thanks, Mace, I'll catch you up once I'm done, say... around six a.m.?" Images of Mason thick, Black nine-inch cock filled her mind, "No, make that five a.m. I'll see you at five tomorrow".
Mason, seemingly remembering that he was stationed higher than Eve in the social order, responded with a more composed and authoritative tone, "Acknowledged, Hunter, stay safe out there and... uh... I'll be wearing that vibrating cock-ring you love so... look forward to it."
Stepping into the elevator Eve hit the button for the lobby while directing her car to swing around to the entrance to pick her up. She swayed slightly as she attempted not to rest her ass against the wall. There was a deeper meaning to her colored dreams. Something being shared by the ******** of a well-respected and well-to-do ****** on the other side of Helion. This was going to be a hell of a long drive. And a hell of a long night.
. Eve has been living in my head for a while and I'm grateful to Darkwanderer for giving her a place to spread her wings! Book two is in the works and will be hot on the heels of chapter 14 so look forward to more bombastic adventures with Eve and Carmine!
I'm glad you enjoyed my story!
