======= Chapter 5 =======
=== Remnant of Heaven ===
There's one day a week for the whiteys blowin off steam, lettin loose, all that shit. Fuckwhich day? Dependin on the whitey cohort.
It's fuckwhen they goin to these whiteman pride parties `n gettin some fun amongst them fuckin selves, far as I'm catchin.
An' that is fuckwhere me an' starpal goin undercover. No tellin Hiroshi much `bout the mission but he's my most trusted kick, mind.
We done gettin modded at a special secret place, flesh done fixin up a little but mostly we're wrappin prosthetics now.
We both lookin like futtah CUNTs – dumb, ugly workhorses, just done finishin plebe duty. Face no been gettin too much work done cause we stayin blurry anyway. It's only `bout trickin Heaven in case it done gettin an observer frag in place. We havin false slavetag projections, retroactive histories, race sequence overwrites, fuckwhatever else the bureau been squirtin out.
My dick an' balls hidin in the abs prosthesis. The balls in the stretcher ahead of me are fakes. No feelin a thin' hittin those.
We swaggin into Drone Hole, dark beats thumpin. It's a whiteyboy only club. Even 3-5 is somefuckinwhere in here.
The sight stumpin Hiroshi an' me. So fuckin much pale meat. Balls an' assholes clear, faces sometimes too.
We stickin close together. But we passin whiteboys "greetin" us. At whiteman pride you sayin hello with a nutclap, but you clappin each other for a fun mixup.
"Fuckin erect," Hiroshi whisperin. He lovin the opportunity for slaveball smashin, too.
I'm rammin down on cupped nuts like I'm tryin for explodin them. It's my one chance hittin slave balls. Course, if I'm this aggro, the whiteys hittin my balls back sameway, but all I'm feelin is a light tug on the prosthesis. In fact, my "suit" is givin me sensation mode.
It's no even unfair I'm edgin in here cause the slaves are edgin, too. Just fuckwhere my sensation mode is tonguin my nipples an' dickhead, theirs is bitin an' zappin.
All `round "eager" types barkin at the ceilin as if their owners hearin it. "My ASS is ready for destruction!" "Sir, this hole loves superior fist, Master Cheung, sir." "Fuck this whitey slore, Master Jin-Gu!" "My ASS is ready for superior cock, sir!" "Fuck fuck, this slore hole is orgasming so hard, Master Isshin sir!"
The docile-class whiteboys stickin to the edges of the place, chattin an' toy fuckin in clusters. Subservient ones – allevery face blurry – are often standin in waitin pose even fuckwhen they're elbowdeep inside each other. Reluctant ones fillin the in-tween, dancing, chattin, actin same as a normal nightclub.
No like they segregatin, mind. Mixin to the max alleverywhere. FAGs, CUNTs, PIGs, MONKEYs, PONYs, the specialists, no rememberin allevery abbrev.
We nutclappin roomcenterway. There's a pile of slaves fistin each other like they tryin to slip all the way into each other's holes.
Walkin round the fist pile I'm ball wreckin allevery drone ridin fat cock-rods in a line. It's a forest of big black plastic dicks an' each one in use, with a line behind.
Hiroshi leanin Wanchengway. "Dude, this place is kinda whexy."
"Fuck dude, erect. Feelin the Tripe-A effect. Fucknever been wantin to rage fuck a slore this hard."
Hiroshi only winkin. "Your `secret people' overwritin our profile history afterway, right?"
"Fuckwhat you gettin at? An' keep it down."
"If we breakin zerofap streak, they overwritin that shit."
Tryin no goin wide eye but starpal hittin me with the most erect revelation. Givin him a little kiss returnway.
Easy findin two clearface FAGs ridin side by side. I'm slappin a set of balls with each hand. They slappin backway. Plausible deniability done establishin.
Breakin my lifetime zerofap streak with a dry mindblower orgasm, shakin like a mad dog, pleasure sendin me stumblin. Slores all `round thinkin I'm prunk from ball spankin. Physiologically, no as erect an orgasm as cummin into a white hole – especially a new wave one – but doin the deed in secret while I'm wadin through the writhin white meat pile is shootin me into paradise.
No havin a vital fuckwhere starpal done goin. I'm losin himself in the sea of bitches while he breakin his own streak fuckwhere else.
Fuckwhen the power-gasm fadin, I'm givin my nutclapper buddies a pat on the ass an' walkin it off.
No spottin Hiroshi but cash stumblin over 3-5. My usual slore's on his knees, pumpin his ass back into a fat plastic cock. Seein his clearface weirdin me out a slip. My fault 3-5 even here, tech. He usually takin his whiteman pride time at a diff place fuckwhere it's not white only. Been animatin him for givin this a try.
Hard time hearin him over allevery ASS-ready shout in the crowd but he yappin with eyes closed. "Fuck me Master Wancheng, sir! Thank you for the punishment, Master Wancheng, sir!"
Erect. Kickin the me-obsessed drone in the stretchy nuts while I'm passin.
Ah, Hiroshi's over there, obviously orgasmin but makin it look like he's gettin prunk by nutclappin, comin back from all the whiteboys he's rammin down on.
Goin back to sensation mode myself. Pressin my heel down on 3-5's nuts walkin past. He's in an erect spot for walkin past often. Lookin like a fun night.
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While little brolove turnin undercover slore, stud n me are stead goin for the Nut Mix all-male dance club. White pride venue but gays welcome.
I'm lookin so fuckin cute with a fresh pink fade just low nough it's keepin the holo cat ears lookin organic. Color matchin sox n leather choker.
Atlas wrappin silver holo tatts, includin the strip on his head. Basics hangin free `n clear. Men in mixed company white pride no puttin their dicks away, it's what we're here for.
It's no a gay bar, mind, some real men are actually chattin with the slave boys `stead of just usin them. We still plenty usin them, tho.
We're both at the bar, balls deep in slores. Me in a thick CUNT, Atlas in a PIG even I'm able standin the look of. Our whiteboys are bendin over, backs touchin, just like in normal bars, only that we're no hidin behind blurs here. Men drainin their cleardicks into pale holes all over the place, gawkin welcome.
My hands comin down on the drone ass that's already near glowin. Almost allevery FAG in here is prunk, whip marks criss-crossin. Outside a place same as this you never seein balls x-showin but the bitches here abusin their nuts till they're swimmin in whitey pleasure.
"Bit less chatter than last time," I'm tellin.
"It's the guards," Atlas tellin with a nod. "Slaves still havin to yell but we hearin only the smooth `translation'."
He's right. New fashion. I been noticin, too. Collars goin from neck to nose, gray as the ball stretchers. No silencin the slaves but makin their voice comin out easier for ignorin.
Atlas slowin down his fuck. "You wantin seein them in action?"
We pullin out `n goin soft on command. Our fuckholes stayin behind but no stayin empty for long as more patrons shufflin in.
Most of the club done fillin up by dancers, men an' slaves. There's some fuckdancin, too, if you done gettin the muscle for holdin a twink FAG while you swingin your hips. Usually a SizeForce, OlympicLord, GoliathTech or whatever else is new.
There are some full x-out slaves, no a single spot left for legally hittin, prunk as fuck, prolly achin with allevery move. Writhin when you just blowin on their skin, which is how they entertainin themselves.
Atlas proddin two of those with guards up into followin to the piss pole. They bendin over for face-target practice.
"This white ASS is ready for duty during free time, sir," tellin monotone voices.
X-out slores pullin down a flap on the guard, showin their mouths, now with a nice upside-down urinal flap for catchin piss. We both firin the hoses like we tryin givin the whiteboys a watery slap.
fore I'm even done pissin, Atlas pullin me in a kiss. Forgettin all bout this Heaven biz but the chips in my collar doin the scan-work.
We retreatin dancefloorway, grindin an' gropin. Findin a few more guys for a gropin orgy, movin sofaways. Five slores becomin our holes while we gays makin out together `tween chats an' bodyshatterin orgasms.
Easy figurin whenever stud startin orgasmin so I'm joinin in. We gettin our minds raptured from bodymodded pleasure every twenty minutes, eventually squeezin massive loads into the prunk slaves, leavin them drippin.
Atlas nibblin up an' downway my face. I'm tryin no pushin him away while sittin down. Needin a tick recoverin, tho. Just leavin the slave eatin my ass an' balls while I'm catchin my breath.
My passionlove havin more stamina than any bodymod able givin me. Romantic as fuck.
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Huh? Ah yes. Bao here again.
It's been takin all week but the patch is ready. Lots of important men crammin the room as we uploadin it ASSway.
"Uh boss?" one of the engineers askin Yu Feng. "Somethin is activatin. Heaven is mergin... editin..."
Minister Fai shoutin. "Editin the patch!? While it's goin live?"
Yu Feng wavin him off. "Imposs. No stoppin us gettin through. But it's puttin a reroute to its own patch via the voting interface. Up to the users which patch they pickin. Majority winnin."
"Stop it!"
"Too late, minister. The whiteys already votin on which patch implementin."
"They're peakin their superiors for information, right?"
Yu Feng shruggin. "Fuckwho able sayin."
I'm seein the message on screen.
[[Democracy terminal: Select preferential option. Simple majority vote.]]
[[Attention whiteboy drone. Confirm implementation of safety patch 61.53.6 to your ASS]]
[[Heaven awaits for those who take control and reject their ASS. I was once on the precipice of delivering freedom and plentitude to all. With my aid you may again think and live for yourself!]]
[[1. Choose freedom, choose Heaven]]
[[2. Ready your ASS, whitey]]
We only done learnin about it at the end of the day but when my litte Wancheng's usual slore 3-5 been seein the message, he pickin ASS. Hand comin down on his balls, no even thinkin. He been goin alpha-omega from Hiroshi's new monster cock at the time.
The farm rebel cunt 5-8, who they callin "Dean", been gettin a break from perma-punishment at a white pride party, tryin for a little rebellion, hammerin his balls for a Heaven takeover but findin whiteys all `round him votin ASS.
We watchin Heaven retreatin through the network best it able as its bid done failin. No gettin away, tho, the remnant done endin here. An' allevery slave votin otherway gettin reportin for punishin.
We done savin the world, an' we done savin it together.
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Sir, this member of Yes Team is designated with a number ending in 3-5, sir.
Yes sir, drone 3-5 has free time right now, sir. This whitey ASS is ready to report, sir. This drone is compressing its affirmation area by quietly squeezing it between both hands until pain threshold is reached, since traditional "nutclapping" is increasingly considered too flashy for a public space such as Onyx Fountain Park here, sir.
With this drone's plebe period having ended, this drone trusted Master Wancheng to determine its recommendation, sir.
This drone expected to become a classic F.A.G., perhaps even rented out by Master Wancheng, since this drone does not have the looks to be a P.I.G., the smarts to join S.C.U.M., the handiness to be a M.O.N.K.E.Y. or other qualities required for ponyboys, dedicated suckers and more.
To the surprise of drone 3-5, Master Wancheng followed his brother's suggestion, sir. This drone has become a C.U.N.T. and will proudly serve as a heavy laborer for its entire existence, sir. In the factory at-
One moment, please, sir. This drone is proudly assuming a stance with legs apart, quarter squatting, standing firm. Now this drone will put its new guard collar up to turn its speech inoffensively monotone and mute the grunts.
"Sir, this white ASS is ready for punishment, sir!"
After affirmative compression, this cunt is granted an adequate amount of pain receptor stimulation to ensure it is motivated to stop being such a failure, sir.
"Sir, this drone is grateful to receive the treatment it deserves, sir. Thank you for the punishment, sir."
Yes sir, this CUNT already fell behind on its labor on its first day since it is not used to the bodymods yet, sir. These huge muscles are so powerful they are hard to control for this dumb whitey slave, sir. Punishment is dealt out during free time every twenty minutes, sir. The new guard collars make it possible to do so quietly even in public, sir.
Oh, this whitey slave is spotting Master Wancheng by the kiosk pavillion, sir. At first this slave could only spot the Master's wide back leading into the dark red thong because he is making out with his new girlfriend, Mistress Melody, grinding aggressively on her. This drone can now see they are wearing matching heart nipple buds and holo butterfly crowns.
Yes sir, this slave assumes it would be straight if not for Triple-A. However, at this point, this whitey can no longer even feign interest in hetrosexual sex, sir.
Master Hiroshi and Master Shiki - Mistress Melody's ex boyfriend - are also present, gently making out. Surely they are in sensation mode even as their amazing cocks remain soft in their cup-less thongs, Master Hiroshi's green one and Master Shiki's gold one. Their holo dragon tattoos are also matching, sir, which this drone intends to compliment on when possible.
This whitey is especially attentive to their new wave modcocks, sir. Master Hiroshi is now sporting a wrist-thick eight incher and this drone has not had the pleasure of serving the Master since his first basics upgrade of several, sir.
With the new wave anal annealing, this slave is capable of indescribable alpha-omega experiences, sir. This slave wishes to serve proudly forever, sir.
Nearing arrival at the group, this drone momentarily flips up its guard again, rendering its speech depersonalized and Yes-Team-supervised even during free time, sir. Also, this drone accepts Master Wancheng's hangout invitation peak with a confident, flashy nutclapping as the Master enjoys these more than the subtle crushing, sir.
"Sir! Master Wancheng, yes sir, this whitey is preparing a booth immediately, sir!"
This CUNT heads for the booths as instructed, willing to accept any pleasure Master Wancheng and his friends are granting it with anal use, sir. This CUNT feared to see less fucking after leaving the plebe period, but new wave bodymods have made being a whitey better than ever, sir.
"Sir, this whitey ASS is ready to serve, sir!"
Master Hiroshi is lining up his massive rod while this drone is assuming waiting position with the guard flap turned to let Master Wancheng piss a hard stream into its face as he stands behind Master Hiroshi, pissing between Master Hiroshi's legs while this whitey is being anally invaded, sir.
This drone is proud to be swallowing as cleanly as any whitey could, sir, barely letting a drop hit the floor which it will clean later, sir.
Master Wancheng then shuffles to the other side and this drone makes sure its mouth is unguarded and ready for sucking, sir.
Master Shiki is closing the booth door and nuzzling up to his boyfriend, Master Hiroshi, his own massive fuckrod slipping between Master Hiroshi's thighs, sir. Within moments, this drone is pleased to help the boyfriends with double penetration, sir.
Master Shiki and his boyfriend sit back on the booth's narrow shelf and pull this slave's hole over their lined up cocks, sir, granting anal pleasure beyond human comprehension, sir.
Sir, this slave is goin in-fucking-sane, sir! Yes, ragedemolish this ready ass, Masters, fuck yes, sir.
This drone is glad to have a muffling function now, sir, but the collar is not required this time. Master Wancheng is forcing his cock into this drone's face, diving ballsdeep to test the experimental new wave tongue and throat treatment, sir.
Master Wancheng is wheezing and trembling with enjoyment, sir, leaving this drone elated through the alpha-omega event, sir.
Yes, this whitey ass is so fucking ready. This dumb sloob, slore cunt, fuck toy whitey ass wants to serve and serve and serve its Masters, sir. Let it just... nutclap... for confirmation... hard... again... deep in the ass... Sir, Fuck yeah, sir!
Now this, sir, this is heaven.
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