Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2024 17:40:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: Remnant of Heaven (Part 4) ====== Chapter 4 ====== === Proof of Heaven === Yo fuckers, Wancheng back on here. Been a week since reportin back to the basement with unit two in the wake of my trace collectin. Brolove no showin up on the same tick – less suspicious. Fuckwhat we done bringin home been takin the old man's ministry buddies a while for siftin through. Dad comin back with bad fuckin news in the end, tho. It's Heaven for real. An' you able guessin fuckwhat that machine thinkin cause if *I'm* nuked sameway I'm wantin revenge. With the trace done findin, we're on for triangulation. Arc jettin to New York this time. Staten Island, all prettied up since the megatowers done risin. An original Heaven project, mind, but one they done finishin after. If there's any hidden components Heaven's been keepin compatible with its systems, those projects are the candidates. Havin a cousin in NYC `n kinda done inviting myself over. Showin up in faded black leather wraps – slingsuit `n choker, fuckwhat else? Holo-wrappin a few bands up the arm, showin off the GUNCAS flag. Touristy as fuck again but that only makin sense for our plans. I'm optin for some more bling, black metal earrings an' a spankin new brow ring. Luggage trolley is auto-rollin behind me. No bringin 3-5. Cause he's on a different job, tech, but I'm man enough for admittin I'm only wantin new wave slave ass while I'm able gettin it. The Portal Plaza is at the edge of a park, dark ground mirror-shinin, megatower risin in the back. Perfect filmin spot an' we no the only ones fuckwho done catchin that. Some skateboarders trickin. Four ladies filmin a skit. Gang of high schoolers is practicin synchro, gettin used to their bodymods – prolly BrawnKing with fuckhow they're already bulgin at a high school weight, dainty-ass joints an' waists. (synchro = synchronously posed flexing, going through bodybuilding posing routines or light calisthenics in formation with others, often used by teenagers to grow accustomed to their new strength in muscle, endurance and sex drive) My cousin's name is Guang. We no *that* close so I been freakin `bout awkwardness a notch but my dude's erect as fuck. Friends with alleverybody, catchin? Guang is all smiles, whole round head lightin up with that grin. He's epitomizin that FitFreak prettyboy aesthetic, a slight bulk to his features balancin an almost effeminate cuteness. Bald but with a Chinese dragon holo-perchin mohawk style on his head, its tail swayin down to his shoulder blades fuckwhere he done gettin a real ink dragon tat. The skinmatch bodysuit lettin him showin off the dice-physique same as if he's goin nude. Suit is leavin the crotch cup visible, big enough dome for hidin a medium hard-on. We slammin pecs together, chattin same old shit while I'm havin my trolley park itself out-of-sightway. "You been peakin my moves?" I'm askin. "Total fuckin dance aco. You better expectin less." Guang no stoppin the smilin. His Rs rollin deep an' Texan. "Nah sweat, famlove. Just ya lends a hand be erect as fuaaack! `n ya moves gots enough riv. Ya dances on the flank with Kenji over there. Uh, gimme a tick, I'm gonna sensation max." Guang is dry cummin from sensation mode edgin, thighs at max flex, knees wobblin, eyes goin glassy. We rammin our torsos together again an' I'm leavin him to it. Kenji already done seein us, tho, `n comin over for a pec slam. He's a HunkMaker boy like me, so plan is we formin the wings in the choreo. Kenji wrappin a zebrastripe slingthong. Hair in dark blue, shapin as a palm on an otherway smooth head with holo sparkles twinklin from it. "Yo, Guang tells me you a zerofap," Kenji startin off on the right foot. "Wanna rough up a slave `fore the girls be set up?" The minute-long orgasmin Guang just givin us a wink `n I'm followin Kenji to the booths. Plaza-theme keepin up with all mirrors inside. Slore waitin there, ass up, face `tween legs. Rainin the blows on his blurry ballsack fuckwhen we walkin in. Monotone through the guard tellin us his ASS is ready, blabla. We droppin the wraps an' our basics gettin blurry with the door still open. Kenji's nip buds are slightly domin white skulls, matchin his much more protrudin demon skull cup. Your boy Wancheng done getting new nip buds, too, heart-shape, spray-paint art. From the bang, Kenji deepfuckin the whitey on duty with his forearm-fat bastard cock. Another whitey fuckwho been settin up camdrones with the girls, namehawk readin 4-5, now rushin in, too. Eager, I'm guessin. I'm waitin by the door with my legs spreadin. 4-5 makin it in, door slidin shut, an' the slore swallowin my dick as he nutclappin. Sendin him my preference pack. Also, sharin my secret stash with Kenji, cause dude's keepin a close eye on me `n I'm thinkin he able appreciatin. Getting Kenji's stash back to max - nudes, cumshots, sex with chicks fuckwhere faces an' basics are blurry, sex with hunks fuckwhere it's all clear. For a tick I'm almost thinkin Kenji somefuckhow no done Triple-A but of course he no *fuckin* the guys - tiny slave bitches just hard for spottin under the massive black manmeat. Kenji really goin at it with the dudes, tho, likin a rough cuddle with the guys while he drainin into a white toy. I'm divin into whitey ass myself an' – *fuck yeah* – it's new wave hole. I'm loosin my mind. Buds takin care of my nipples, bent over assmouth takin care of my cock. Something's no gettin takin came off, tho. Tellin Kenji I no mindin his tongue an' the fellow tank cash forcin his whitey groundway so he himself able kneelin behind me. Gettin an ass-eatin from an expert hittin harder - sensation mode fucknever actin that keen, no pushin past the rim, unlike Kenji. When I'm cummin, it's one of my best in a long time. Decidin for goin wet, pumpin 4-5 full with a two-day-load from my bodymod balls. Cum burstin past my rod, Kenji darin a lick upway my thighs. Guang peakin us fuckwhen we're already re-wrappin an' the crew done securin a free spot on the plaza. Allevery one meetin on top of their mirror reflections. Guang's girl, Ruby with earrings of just the same gem, is in a caramel skinmatch bodysuit, but lookin modest with the holo leaf floaties allover, clusterin on the basics. Camel toe easy for seein, tho. Ruby's femkick Diamond is a white gal so pale I'm first failin for spottin the ice crystals holo driftin on her, under the bodysuit. Subtle grace as fuck even in her movin way. She done gettin blue-white hair that's animatin as if in gentle wind. Gigantic tits. Likin the look of her if you no catchin. But she's no sendin her secret stash backway `n her man Tau's standin there, too. Tau is a black FitFreak, more the tall an' long type comparin with my famlove Guang. Vampire theme with holo vamp fangs over the jaw, pupils slittin snake-ish. Wraps matchin his girl with choker, thong an' sox all cyan. The leaner folk – Tau, Guang, Diamond, Ruby – takin center stage, Kenji `n your boy Wancheng flankin, cause we're so heavy that we movin a little slower. Music startin, drones pathin, an' 4-5 gettin close up shaky footage while my cum drippin down his legs. No givin the slore a tick for a clean up. Fuckwhy? He's no *in* the video. After "take one" – an' me gettin some constructive feedback - the synchro BrawnKing high schoolers swaggerin over, wantin in the music video. Tau `n Diamond dreamin up some poses for them to hold in the back for emphasizin key choreo ticks. Gettin visually busy, tho, `n Ruby regrettin we no done pickin bark at least for the main dancers. (bark = uniform, or otherwise coherent attire) Holoskin lendin alleverybody the same sheen if we wantin but it's stayin noisy. Easy solution, the synchro boys goin nude, posin with the basics under censorblur in fittin tints. Some heavy cocks swingin on those fuckers. Kenji `n me offerin for playin background-foreground connective tissue `n strippin down. I'm givin myself a semi, my pixelation stretchin downway. My dick flyin on rhythm. No bad for an aco, mind. "Take three" turnin out the most erect, all moves spot-on. Rest of the day, roamin town with my cousin an' his kicks, fuckin slore, chattin with big tit girls, hittin iron at the megatower's megagym, fuckin more white drone ass. Some sightseein. Only at the hotel I'm diggin into my luggage an' makin sure dad's buddies done grabbin the sensor tower thingamajig for chasin Heaven's little jizz drops. All proceedin to plan. Guang already peakin me for a night at the dance club with his girl Ruby, 4-5, Kenji `n some more kicks. My job here's done completin. Party time. === === === Hey there, sweetcheeks. Dad no *really* requirin anythin more from me but my radiant stud's already takin me to Kapstadt for a moonlit fancy dinner, so I'm able addin one more node to the incremental server linkin. We're tightenin the net `round Heaven but we still needin stayin hush-hush. Any fuckin device out there able compromisin the whole caboodle. Atlas folk runnin a quaint farm with half of it still operatin traditionally. My first time meetin stud's famlove on their home turf. I'm back in a respectable bodysuit `n sox, all a silken pale orange. Cat ears holdin steady. Atlas rockin his blue thong anyway. Stud walkin me past serene fields where whiteys hoein the ground. No able for helpin a stare – most of the dumbfucks are CUNTs, thick `n juicy. Their faceblurs showin... names? We walkin past "Mack", "Finn", "Josh" an' "Kyle". All holo-shinin on their foreheads. Stud pokin me in the shoulder. "What's gettin you frownin, babe?" "Your folks are no firm with numbers?" Atlas laughin hard. "Donghui dear, only half the whiteys here we rentin from the cunt agency. Privilege of earnin a random name is a bonus for owned slaves in this industry an' the nutclappers workin hard for it." "Wow, no done catchin that." "We no forcin *you* for usin names if that's too awks." Soon "Troy" `n "Will" openin the door for Atlas' enchantin folks, the enterin waitin pose beside. My passionlove's parent are both in more traditional wraps, more loose an' flowy, gold embroidered. Nothin holo. Bahari havin a build same as his son, but shorter. Suri havin her son's height but slender. We huggin, kissin on the cheek an' chattin on the way in. "Paul" gettin the luggage. Tea out terraceway, classic chats on "how's the fam". By s'down we two lovebirds are naked an' alone on the balcony of Atlas' old room, bathin in pink an' orange horizon light, after literally bathin in the tub. Our personal slore Paul brought a new whitey, who's no been `round long enough for earnin a name. The two now both standin with their heads down between their stiff legs, with backs touchin so me `n the stud havin an easy time smoochin face-to-face while we fuckin. Allevery time a delight, seein my man wreck hole. Then I'm hearin some nutclappin an' two voices from the fields down below, "Sir, this drone's ASS is ready for punishment, sir." Leanin over the balcony, seein two slaves in a wide stance, quarter squattin. Nobody else there. They both full-body tensin up, cunt beef shiverin. "Those gettin zapped from farway?" I'm askin. Atlas laughin. I'm *lovin* it when those sugar lips laughin. "This is spreadin `round the industry sector." Slaves below walkin again, yappin, "Sir, this whitey is grateful to receive the treatment it deserves, sir. Thank you for the punishment, sir." "Who's pushin the button?" Atlas only shruggin. "It's done settin for allevery twenty minutes, guessin. The one guy, "Dean", is a rebel an' this shit done confirmin for wearin them down. *Still* a rebel but no rebellin, catch? No vital `bout the other." If you're payin attention – an' a math wiz – you done catchin the four classes of whitey already addin up to 100%. But there's still a 0.2 percent "defiant". Where the eager slores are puttin too much of themselves into bein proper slaves, defiant fuckers are fightin it. Still done gettin Triple-A, mind. There's no escapin for them *lovin* an erect, brutal fuck, or for alpha-omega blowin their whitey minds, no matter how much they cravin pussy or freedom. Wonderin which they'd pick... No matterin, keepin *us* on our toes is just *their* way of servin. Makin them less of a pleasure for workin with, tho. I'm smackin Paul's ass while ballsdeep in his hole. "Hey assmouth, you familiar with the other guy down there with Dean?" Slore talkin from `tween mine an' his legs, voice shaky with anal-bliss quivers. "Sir, that was likely Luke who requested to join the perma-punishment team, sir. He reports it as pleasurable and helping with focus, sir." "Hehe, `n you, Paul? Requestin same anytime soon?" "Sir, no, sir." I'm lookin at Atlas an' the nameless slore he's deep-wreckin. "Thinkin we puttin Paul an' the newbie in the perma-punish unit `fore we leavin." Stud grinnin back. "It's comin for all the whiteys sooner or later." === === === Uh, how am I doin this? Or *fuckhow* as my youngest callin it. Still thinkin of my iddle Wancheng as a kid sometimes but he's growin fast. Name's Bao an' at the cybersecurity bureau we're all tryin hard for stayin calm about this final "fuck you" from Heaven potentially infiltratin allevery fuckin piece of equipment. Apropos office, I'm goin out with some coworkers tonight. Showin off with my wraps now just a pink thong an' matchin nip buds in strawberry-shapes. Turnin up the holo skin for a pink dragon scale mohawk pokin outway my fresh fade like slo-mo fire. We're meetin up at Aether – all geometric neon lines, leather couches, giant faces of concrete or holo, an' somehow the floor is clouds. Three men, steppin through the entrance where a couple FAGs waitin with their asses pointin at us. Those asses showin the club info for tonight over their blurry holes. One of the whiteys standin up, ballsack spankin, his face playin the Aether holo ad. "Welcome to Aether, sirs. This white ASS is ready to assist with all your needs, sirs." Yu Feng gettin us a booth. Here at Aether, Yun Feng wearin a silver bodysuit. His eye balls are totally black. Holo lightnin slow-crawlin over his skin. Yun Feng is... my boss but really more of a senior. While I'm quite a slab of muscle – an' Mariko lovin it - my guy Yun Feng is a proper *titan*. He done growin so tall in his teen years, back then he havin been gettin SizeForce *Ultra* for keepin the muscles proportional. With us is So-Min. Different department, same security team. Invitin him is a tiny risk but if Heaven already so done networkin it able deducin anythin from this blip, we're all fuckin dead anyway. So-Min done gettin a new bod, AlphaRise I'm guessin. Skinmatch bodysuit for showin off the precise sculptin an' proportions. Neck tat with real ink, holo glowin moahwk. College age chicks with pixely pussies grindin in the stripper section but we all havin spouses at home, so we droppin our massive muscle asses into a booth lookin otherway. We peakin our orders an' a PIG showin up with three glasses. Classic sloob without the blur, all basic PIGs lookin pretty sameway. You only gettin *real* whexy faces on the whitey bitches in high-end establishments. "Aetherial Hello, Masters. This whitey is designated with a number ending in 9-3, sirs, and will be your table's concierge, sirs." We takin the drinks. Clearface slave cuppin his blurry balls an' hammerin down. I'm the one startin with the slore. Pullin out my cock, downway his throat, pissin so hard he tremblin from the rub on his tube. The other's pissin next an' we makin the whitey wait in proper position. He's a blaf anyway an' we makin him aware his hole's the only part worth seein. So-Min gettin dibs on anal, 9-3 bendin downway so his plain face not distractin us. Already done figurin So-Min's sportin a monster cause his cockcup's so obscene. A third thigh blowin up between the real two, 15 incher or somethin. No fittin in any pussy. I'm askin him about it. Tellin me his wife only wantin oral so he might as fuckin well. 9-3 makin some noises takin that thing, so Yu Feng snappin out the rod an' makin sure the slore soon x-showin all over legs, back an' flanks. Meanway, Yu Feng `n me just goin for sensation mode. Thong is workin my dickhead, balls an' hole rim while the buds tonguin my nipples. No takin too long till I'm ready but it's polite waitin on the boss. Eventually, Yu Feng gruntin, eyes rollin back, legs slappin together, hands on his crotch. I'm lettin myself orgasm, too, `n for a few minutes I'm gettin my mind blown by my thong, rockin an' spasmin to the music, muscles tight `n grunts comin out. We no havin that much for chattin so my eyes wanderin. At the strip section, guys are gawkin at the girls while FAGs suckin their cocks to the balls. At the bar, least ugly PIGs servin. Other slores are in back-to-back head-down position under standin-tables so guys able chattin face-to-face while fuckin. At some point, So-Min sinkin to the balls into our concierge, with almost a scream startin his orgasm. Yu Feng an' me gettin ready for our turn. When So-Min pullin out a minute later, 9-3's hole gapin but no drippin, work bud politely done orgasmin dry. Strippin an' positionin, face-to-face with Yu Feng, one leg each intertwining, the other hangin off the sofa, dicks tightly touchin. 9-3 confirmin with a ballslam an' forcin his hole swallowin both cocks. We finishin our drinks while the pig ridin double cockbaseway. Once the allegedly goodlookin slave able takin us – the pale face lookin messy as fuck from the pleasure struggle – we switchin position for harder doublefuckin. I'm leanin back an' wrapin myself `round the slore, boss half-squattin in front of the sofa an' pumpin into the hole, rubbin my rod along with his. 9-3 stark ravin mad, thankin us over `n over for the alpha-omega hole destruction. Dry orgasm startin so hard I'm jackknivin. Two massive bodies rattlin with their second release. We almost squishin the little drone. Peakin Mariko a feed – she likin the look of Yu Feng in the pleasuremad throws some days. Dicks comin out, slore collapsin with a gapin ass, wraps goin back on. We leavin the nutclappin 9-3 behind an' findin our way to the backroom. Tellin the FAGs we're friends with the DJ. No wrong but we no movin *proper* backstage. There's an elevator, real old thing, no "smart", no connectin to anywhere. Nobody catchin we're goin down further than the display even able indicatin. It's cool down there. An' full of tech. Yu Feng activatin Maverick – the lone ultra computer figurin out patterns an' traces in our hunt for Heaven-likes. Colleagues done comin in backdoorway earlier, feedin it more intel. We're closin the net. Where, no, *fuckwhere* is that remnant hidin? We're down there for more than a tick. No cause Maverick takin so long, just wantin to be sure. Cause this sitch lookin more an' more like Heaven already done fuckin us harder than a white ass. === === === Gettin both my sons basementway again, securin the vault so we chattin without *any* electronics listenin in. My work buds doin the same with *their* trustees. Keepin comms to a min. "We thinkin the hidin spot is ASS. The Yes Team network," I'm tellin the boys. "We only been startin buildin that in the aftermath, so we been thinkin it's nicely incompatible with Heaven anyway. Seemin we been gettin complacent. Little remnants been infiltratin, adaptin, slowly connectin." Donghui's jaw droppin. He's stayin quiet. Wancheng – hands tearin on his hair - prolly thinkin about how he been wreckin 3-5 ballsdeepway a tick ago. "Fuckwhat's that mean for us? Gettin rid of slaves? We're shitmaxin eachevery way." Shakin my head. "Next step, we checkin how it spreadin so we able for *patchin* ASS. You havin an undercover mission."