The Vessel by Selena Moore

Chapter 3

It was the sun she would miss the most, Emmanuella decided. Amongst all the things she may never experience again, the bright rays of the warm sun on her skin were what she found herself longing for. After The Rise of the Machines, the rain was almost never-ending. It had seeped into her very soul, the cold, wet feel of it, flooding every corner of her heart until she was sick of it.

The room Kratos had assigned her fitted the very basic of necessities but at least she was safe down here. She didn’t have to sleep with one eye open, worrying about the Cyborgs finding her. And the men, at least the ones she’d met so far, were good with her and the breeding was not as bad as she thought it might be. There was even a certain kind of allure to being so many men’s sole outlet of pleasure.

Her mind drifted to the man they called Marcus. The one who so blatantly used her mouth to get off as soon as they met. She had never met anyone so bewildering before, so attractive and intriguing. Her late husband she had met almost four years ago, during The Rise, fighting like she was against the electronic warfare the computers forced upon the world. The Machines finally took charge, ruling over the humans in an unprecedented attack the rebels named The Rise. Cyborgs had taken over in the blink of an eye, leaving humans to battle for the one thing they always took for granted.

Freedom.

She dozed off and when she opened her eyes again it was almost eight o’clock and she remembered Marcus’s words about getting to the mess hall. She opened the closet and found the garment he wanted her to wear. It was made out of a fabric she hadn’t seen or touched before, a flimsy threaded, satiny gown in the deepest ocean blue. She held it against herself for a second, against the harsh, scratchy clothes she now wore and when she finally slipped inside it, the feeling of it against her skin was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

When she appeared at the mess hall a little after eight, every man and woman’s eyes were glued to her stunning figure. Including Marcus’s. The men stared at her as she took a seat, and they proceeded to eat in silence. After everyone had finished, the look in the men’s eyes suggested they could only want one thing from her now.

Sex.

Marcus stood and with him stood all the men and the two women. “Emmanuella, it’s time you get to show your hospitality to the men. Luna, Maya, you come with me. We have unfinished business to take care of. Men, you treat my protege well.”

Emmanuella swallowed hard, her eyes locked with his as he spoke, her pussy already wet by the mere sound of his voice and once again, she wished he would be the one to fuck her first. Or at least, wait his turn and fuck her at the end.

But no. He had decided to leave her with these men, while he probably went on to fuck the women who were so helplessly in love with each other and so impervious to him they reeked of it. He left her wanton of him, craving his touch. His cock. He left her with them and she couldn’t take her eyes off him as he walked away.

A black man with a skull tattooed on his broad chest opened a cabinet and threw some pillows on the floor.

“Get on your hands and knees and spread your ass cheeks so we can look at both your fuck holes,”he said and she knew it was game on. She knelt on the cold floor and brought her hands back to open herselffor the onslaught that was about to follow.

“Meravigliosa, isn’t she?” another man said as she felt him kneel behind her. His fingers touched her outer lips gently, slipping a rough finger inside her, then after a moment two until his digits were coated with moisture. She felt him rub his cock against her opening, and when he finally pushed into her, a deep moan escaped her, while a short man with a mermaid tattoo on his arm shoved his prick inside her mouth, growling in satisfaction. He tasted exactly as he looked. Tart and bitter, and when he was about to climax, he slipped out of her mouth and shot his load across her face. Another one took his place, bringing his cock to her face. “Suck me good, whore. And this time, I’ll make sure you swallow.”

Emmanuella did as she was told, sucking him hard, while the man behind her was now balls deep in her pussy, pounding her at a slow, steady pace as if they had all night.

“Don’t stretch her hole too much, cabrón,” a voice she recognized spoke. It was Jose and he was watching them intently, stroking his fat dick in front of her face, waiting his turn.

When the man fucking her pussy finally pulled out,someone else immediately replaced him, entering her with a loud cry of unadulterated pleasure and fucked her for a good ten minutes before spurting her walls with another hot load of cum. The man in her mouth finally climaxed and she swallowed his load, while Jose took his place not a second later. “Open up, sweet pie and I’ll give you a mouthful to choke on.”

She took their cocks inside her one after the other until they slipped away from her at some point and then she heard someone say, “Put her on the bench. We’ll fuck her deeper that way.”

Strong arms lifted her and placed her on a soft leathery surface on her back with her legs fastened wide open. She soon discovered that the seat adjusted to the perfect height for each man laboring in front of her while her head was hung low so that the men could use her mouth as well as her other orifices. Soon she lost count of how many loads of cum her body had ingested until a familiar voice made everyone in the room turn his way.

“Guys, back to your quarters.”The crowd dispersed while he walked closer, undoing the shackles holding her down. “Are you alright?” Marcus asked, his voice never failing to make her all tingly inside.

He extended his arm to help her up.  She took it, too tired to care.

“I’m fine.”

He was now dressed in faded jeans and a black t-shirt that accentuated his lean body perfectly. It was hard not to fall for this kind of charm. He brought a hand up to fix her hair which had fallen all over her face and she turned away. “Seriously, Emma, are you alright?”

She was so past the fucking at this point. Her life had been shattered and she had nothing left to lose. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?” she spat, all of a sudden furious at him, Kratos, and every single soul living in this Godforsaken place.

He brought his face inches from hers, his scent driving her wild with lust. He must have been blind if he didn’t notice the effect he had on her. His silence infuriated her even more.

“Jesus,” she huffed. “You’re just as cruel as the rest of your kind. No wonder we’re going to fucking lose this war.”

He turned then, his eyes filled with fire. “The fuck we are. You can mourn your loved ones without insulting the rest of us, you know. We all lost someone in the Rise, darlin’, not just you. Now, follow me.”

“Fuck you, Marcus. I don't need you to fucking spit your commands at me whenever you feel like it.”

He stood before her, their eyes locked. “Sure you do, darlin’. This is not a game. You are either all the way in or you're out. If you changed your mind, might as well tell me now. Can't say we didn't warn you.”

He turned on his heel, walking briskly now, down the hall and into a room she had never been in before and she followed him there while the silence between them stretched.

“Go and sit on that chair.” His eyes traveled the length of her body, moving back to rest on her fearless gaze. She walked over to the large chair in a corner of the room and climbed up.

“Spread your legs.”

She hesitated but he didn’t lay a hand on her. “Fucking prick,” was all she murmured. She did as he asked, noticing how her pussy was leaking from all the sperm the men had deposited inside her. She didn’t resist when he took one of her legs and secured it to a clasp and did the same with the other, spreading her wide open. “Why are you tying me down again?”

Marcus moved around her, took both of her hands, and secured them the same way above her head. “Kratos will be with you now. I am just following orders.”

She tried desperately to hold back her anger but it burst out of her whether she liked it or not. “Don’t you ever question orders? Doesn’t it ever bother you to follow someone else’s commands?”

“Better be careful, sweetheart. Talk like that can get you right back where you came from and you might not get so lucky next time.” Their eyes locked, but still, he didn’t lay a single finger on her. Perhaps he was revolted by what he saw, a woman used so much that semen was still trickling down her legs. “Now be a good girl and try to relax.”

“Whatever gives you the idea I'm not relaxed?” She laughed, the irony not lost on him.

“Kratos wants you tied up while he harvests your milk. You may find it heightens the pleasure.”

“I don’t give a fuck about heightening his pleasure,” she protested, trying to wiggle herself out of the restraints.

He only looked at her, a smile now forming on his handsome face. “Yours too, if you give yourself up to the emotions. A well fucked woman is a sight to behold.”

“I wonder what makes you think I’ll be well-fucked by your boss.”

“Darlin’ I wasn’t talking about Kratos,” he only said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him without a backward glance.