Key One: Allen:
His mind is in two places.
His mistress forced her into that mind set.
The sheets smelt like blood. Maybe that occurred last night. But, he could be smelling it from the time that he was in the war. Her fingertips traced down his throat. She’s saying, but he could only hear screaming. Screaming from the angels getting slaughtered on the battlefield. Screaming from his own mouth. Screaming from the angels in the basement.
He saw himself back on the battlefield. Six hours of waiting came before the enemy attacked that day. Nothing came up on the monitors. Strange thing was the Dark Order ran maintenance and upgrades on all of the equipment from the night before. There was no way the enemy could’ve gained the upper hand that fast from the last battle.
She climbed on top of him. He couldn’t escape her. She took his wings. She took his power. Now, she’s taking away his mind. As a result, he’s impaled in a limbo with his mind here and on the battlefield.
He still had his identity and his goal to escape. Aizen hadn’t reached that part of him yet. But how long before that changed? This parasite acted like a slow moving inoperable cancer. It consumed blood as fast as its body could produce. Tonight, Aizen had its way with his body.
Her lips pressed against his. He struggles to resist, but Aizen keeps making that next to impossible. Just the slightly touch from the opposite sex aroused him. She looked down at his lap and smirked.
“Excited tonight, aren’t you?” she asked.
He wants to shout, “No!” He screams it with his eyes. That only excites her even more. His resistance means nothing. He wouldn’t have it very long. What was she planning to do him tonight? Her hand moved down to his tight leather pants.
“I’ve got a little present for you,” she whispered. She reached over to her dark purple nightstand and pulled out a cock ring.
“This will make things more interesting,” she purred. She slid down the ring, not in a normal way, inch by inch. His body jumped in his restraints. Her smirking made it much worse. She licked her lips.
“You like this, don’t you?” she asked. He turned his head away, face bright red. Small twitches ran through his body. His eyes moved over to her special closet. Her toys screamed, “Use me! Use me!” And use them she shall.
She sat up over him. He must have looked so pitiful to her. But, she knew that she hadn’t won yet. As long as he desired to escape, she knew that she would never fully have him. Moments like this drew him back to the battlefield.
At 10:21 a.m., the Great Crash began.
The sky was clear and supposed to stay that way for the rest of the day. One angel private happened to look up and see black clouds.
“What is that?”
That was the first mistake.
“It’s just a bunch of storm clouds.”
The private shook his head. “Those aren’t storm clouds.” Before anyone could speak, a dull buzzing filled their ears. As the sky grew darker, the tide started to turn against them.
“Do you hear that?”
It was him who first saw it too late. “Everyone! We have to get out of here!”
“What do you mean?” his fellow soldiers asked. By the time they looked up, the buzzing grew louder. It almost sounded like shells clanging together.
His mind was pulled back into the present before he could remember what came next.
She wouldn’t be satisfied with just whipping him tonight. He could see it in her eyes. In a way, he could predict what she would do next. But, it still managed to surprise and scare him. Tonight could go any way that she wanted. Maybe some knife play? Maybe make him into an animal? Maybe dress him up like a girl and make him engage in humiliation?
Scary that he was starting to know that different kinks of BDSM in such a short time.
Okay then. You can’t really surprise me anymore. Do your worse.
She got up and walked over to the kinky closet. His eyes widened as she opened the door.
“I want to see how much Aizen has affected you,” she said. He noticed a black leather and wool blindfold in her hand. Where was she going with this? He had a guess, but didn’t see what would follow next. Not a whip this time. But, the unknowing…
She walked over and wrapped the blindfold around his eyes. She worked the knot tight enough to keep it in place. Naked, restrained, and now blinded.
“Perfect,” she purred. Her hand ran down his body. A small chill ran up his body. Aizen seemed to be jumping up and down. Teeth gazed against his collarbone. Such a genteel touch made him gasp. He predicted this to be a trap. She was not one to engage in sweet and tender. He bit down on his lower lip. The crawling around in his brain pushed his libido into a run.
I can’t let her see that I am enjoying this. I won’t give in.
He trembled at the sensation of lips on his throat. His breathing grew heavier as her lips slowly moved down to his chest. He gasped as the kiss hardened into sucking.
He began to feel an ache in his loins as she moved down to his stomach. Her teeth sank into his skin. She doesn’t play with her bites either. She wants him to feel the pain. But, that wasn’t the only thing she was going for tonight.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Wait! What… What is this? This… This is…
She snickered as more drops fell on his skin. His body wriggled at the cold liquid landing on it. Aizen ran around, looking for more blood. The drops moved just above his erect loins. They became faster and more frequent.
“Cold!” he yelped. She laughed before wrapping a gag around his mouth. Naked, bound, erect, and now gagged.
“I do like your screams,” she said. “But I want to save that for the best part.” His whole body froze. He let out muzzled cries as the cold drops landed on the head of his erection. The restraints would not give. One more drop and Aizen took over his mind. Moans erupted from the ball gag in his mouth.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” she asked. He reluctantly nodded. He could feel her hot breath against his ear.
“How bad do you want it?” she asked. He groaned as loud as he could through his gag. The rough and heated tongue was the straw that broke him. His screamed as his body jumped. The drool-covered gag was taken from his mouth. He let out a choked-out cough, but she wouldn’t let him rest. Still blindfolded, he moaned as she rode him for the newest time. He had lost count of how many times she had done this. She didn’t tease him by going slow either. Pound after pound made him see something that he had been fighting against ever since Aizen was forced into his body.
I… This… This is…
She slowed to a stop on top of him. He could feel her eyes locked on him.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” she asked. “I can if you want me to.” Her cold tone spent chills down his spine. He quickly shook his head.
“No?” she asked.
“No!” he yelped. “Please… More… I need… Need more… Please?” She gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Would you like to cum?” she asked. He nodded with such pathetic need. She smirked over his head. His loins felt freed as the tight ring was lifted from the hardened skin. She mounted him and resumed her ride. He threw back his head and screamed.
“I can’t take it anymore!” he cried. He broke down into his release. It didn’t take her long to reach her climax. His whole body felt drained. He didn’t even respond when her hot breath turned his ear lobe.
“Where is your god now?” she whispered. She removed his blindfold and licked him on the cheek. He had no life in his eyes.
Part of his mind went back to the Great Crash.
He and his comrades didn’t get time to see it all unfold. His memory was still repressing more details about that day. But he could smell of that blood. He had been smelling it more and more frequently. There was definitely blood on the ground that morning. The Great Crash went on for three days, but he could’ve sworn it was longer. He remembered crawling around in the grass and mud. He couldn’t see the enemies’ faces or where they were attacking. The only thing he remembered seeing flashes in the darkness and hiding under the dead and broken bodies of angels.
The fallen angel soldiers were left out in the battlefield for days. Underneath the bodies piled high, he could see the gray snow falling. Or was that ash? He wasn’t so sure anymore. The last thing he could remember was a clawed gray hand reaching for his face and pulling him out through the crushed pile.
Tonight, he closed his eyes. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.
Glorified whore. That’s what she turned him into. From a soldier to a glorified whore.
A tear ran down Allen’s cheek.