Chapter Nine
Astra
When the plane landed, I was so tired from them fucking me that I slept most of the way to the hotel.
I didn’t wake until they were laying me in the center of a bed.
They got me undressed before doing the same thing.
When they got into bed, Zev had me face Ren so I could snuggle against his chest as Zev stayed pressed against my back.
Waking to find they’re both sleeping with their arms wrapped around me is amazing.
I didn’t even know what a hotel was until last week. I’m learning a lot, and I’m excited to see how this country operates compared to Ossara and Torvex. I know there are a lot of things to learn still.
I grow restless sitting here in the quiet and unable to get up, so I roll to my back.
They are both facing me, so I drop my hands down and take their cocks in my hands.
I start stroking them, making them harden with my touch.
As soon as their eyes snap open, I giggle and jump up from the bed.
I burst out laughing when Ren grabs me and pulls me on top of him.
We shift so he has his feet on the ground as he is lying back on the bed.
“Good morning,” I smile brightly.
“You’re a bratty little woman, you know that?” Ren asks, grabbing my hips and pulling me down on his cock.
“Fuck,” I moan softly.
“I think it’s time we teach you a thing or two about the consequences of teasing,” Zev says as he touches my lower back and moves behind me.
“Oh, wait. Hold up,” I say, sitting up. “You really will…” I stop talking and gasp loudly when Zev slams into my ass. I am stretched wide, and my body is struggling to adapt to both of them. “Too much.”
“Say that again? I didn’t hear you,” Ren says. When I try to say it again, they start to move. “Come on now. What were you going to say?”
“F-Fuck,” I stammer. “Oh m-my G-God.”
“This is your life, my love. We will take you when we want… where we want… and how hard we want,” Ren grunts, emphasizing his words with unrelenting thrusts.
“Harder,” I plead.
“Look at you, taking our cocks like the pretty little slut you are,” Zev hums before surging deeper.
Zev pulls me up and tightly grips my throat as they both start to fuck me at an unforgiving pace.
My back is arched dramatically, and Ren has his hands on my waist, his thumbs digging into the bends of my hips.
Zev occasionally releases his hold on my throat to allow me to breathe, but only for short periods of time.
I love the way they use me, like they are trying to break me.
No one will break me, but I will certainly let them bend me.
This is a mind-numbing experience that I am addicted to.
I’m addicted to the way my body responds to them and how they respond to me.
I could survive on their praise alone, but it is the degradation that breathes life into my soul.
It shows me that love and pain can coincide without being harmful.
I can find pleasure in feigned aggression because I know their heart.
I know that their love for me runs deep.
We all fall into our orgasms together, desperately moaning, needing every drop of this feeling. They move me to the bed and clean me as I float through a catatonic-like feeling. They continue and even get me dressed before making me get up.
“I feel like the real punishment here is making me function after that,” I say when Zev hugs me.
“You don’t have any identification, so you have to stay with one of us at all times. If the police ask to see your ID, we will have to show them documentation that you are a refugee of Ossara,” Zev tells me.
“Uh… okay,” I say.
“You are scared,” Ren says.
“I just don’t have a good history with government officials, the military, or police,” I say.
“I know,” Ren says, hugging me. “But we still want you to meet them. We want you to see how different the world is compared to where you came from.”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Well, let’s go.”
We leave the room and make our way outside.
We are in a big city, and there are people everywhere.
I’m not used to this many people. Ossara has a few hundred thousand people.
Torvex has a few hundred. Zev told me last night that this city alone has a million, and it’s not even the biggest city in the country.
There is a little stand on the sidewalk where they are selling breakfast burritos, so we get one and take our time eating as we walk through the city.
I don’t know if we have any particular place in mind, but I’m enjoying things.
It’s less overwhelming the longer I am walking around, but it helps that Zev is on one side and Ren is on the other.
I pull away from the guys to throw my trash away, but when I turn around, I run into a police officer.
Panic immediately bursts out of me, and I scream as I fall backward.
“Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” the man says, kneeling down to offer me his hand.
I rapidly shake my head and move away from him.
Zev and Ren immediately rush over to me.
“You’re okay. Come on,” Zev says, picking me up.
“She’s a bit frightened of most authority figures. She just wasn’t expecting it,” Ren says. “Astra, are you okay?”
“Y-Yeah,” I say quietly, dropping my head.
“Ma’am,” the officer says.
“I’m sorry for running into you, sir,” I say.
“No. No. No,” Zev says, lifting my chin. “Take a deep breath, okay?”
“She is a refugee from Ossara,” Ren says.
“Ah, that makes sense,” the man says. “You all are genetically mutated, correct?”
“Yes. Zev is the leader of Torvex. I am second-in-command,” Ren says.
“She is instinctively connected to both of us. We made a last-minute decision to bring her with us so she could see other parts of the world and how they live, so we had not gotten her any identification yet. We do have paperwork if you would like to see it.”
“No, that’s okay,” he says. “Astra.”
“I’m sorry,” I say tearfully, finally looking at him. He is not wearing red, so it helps tremendously.
“I know this must be confusing and scary for you,” he says. “What can I do to help?”
“I just…” I start to say, but sigh. “I don’t know. Usually in Ossara, if the police talked to you, then you were going to be punished. They were almost like robots with zero emotion or compassion.”
“Balavix is much different than Ossara,” he says. “The world does not know much about the treatment of the citizens, but we have enough insight to understand that it is bad. The world fears another war, and Ossara is volatile enough to resort to extreme measures.”
“I was married to the leader’s son,” I say. “Well… I was his chosen wife. It was decided when I was twelve.”
“Jesus,” he says.
“We had someone able to get close to her. We knew she was genetically mutated, so we had to work fast to get her out of there,” Zev says. “Can you give us any insight into what crime is like in the city?”
“Well, I’ll be honest,” he chuckles. “No one will mess with any of you. You two gentlemen are much taller than anyone here.”
“Genetically mutated males average around our height. It’s always a surprise to others,” Ren chuckles. “Females are the ones who blend in.”
“Well, Astra, you are incredibly brave for fighting for freedom. I truly hope that you live a peaceful life,” the man says with a smile. “I’m going to find my way back to my partner. You all enjoy the city.”
“You seem like you are getting overwhelmed again, so let’s go ahead to City Hall so we can meet with Lupin Fugate,” Zev says with a smile.
We step into the large building, and my eyes immediately catch a section of the wall that is dedicated to the Great War.
I go over and look at the photos hanging.
It was devastating and killed most of the population.
The entire world is a graveyard now. Ultimately, only the rich survived.
They were the only ones who could afford a spot in a bunker, so millions upon millions of people were left behind to be disintegrated by the nukes.
They worked hard to bring back the population of many animals, but a lot of them went extinct the day the bombs went off.
“Zev Kross,” a man says cheerfully.
“Lupin. How have you been?” Zev says, shaking his hand.
“Not too bad,” he says. “Ren, it’s good to see you as well. How was the trip?”
“It was great,” Ren remarks, and Zev laughs.
“Let’s go back to my office. I know the board will want to meet with you, too, since I suspect I know where this is headed,” Lupin says.
We follow him back to an office, and I sit between Zev and Ren while Lupin sits behind his desk. “This is Astra,” Zev says.
“It is so nice to meet you, Astra. How are you liking Balavix?”
“It’s wonderful!” I say sweetly. “So much different from Ossara.”
“I can imagine. I had the displeasure of meeting with Aaron and Vinny Black a few weeks ago,” he frowns.
“What?” Zev asks.
“Mmm. Yeah, so Vinny is looking for his wife,” Lupin says. “I know he means Astra, but he is talking to various leaders, saying that his wife was kidnapped and he is trying to find which country she is in.”
“So, they don’t know I am genetically mutated,” I say.
“They have no idea that the genetically mutated are still alive in general,” Lupin says.
“Every country is careful about how it keeps records of any genetically mutated children born. There are no records kept on the main servers, so their computers cannot access them. No one even publicly talks about the mutated humans. The people of Torvex have done the world a lot of good, so it’s only fair that we protect them in exchange. ”
“The population is slowly increasing. More and more children are starting to be born with mutations worldwide,” Zev says.