Dark Future Short Stories - Fourteen -Darkest of all Leather Latex Fetish
Darkest of all Leather Latex Fetish
Here he was god. The stimulant cocktail, in his leather latex fetish suite, all his loyal boys on chain and the dozen kidnapped broken in already, now willing slaves in the cages of this all in dark red and black cellar, full of the smell of artificial moshus, in the moment when the orgy was about to break out.
The banker was not only the banker that ruled by fear and force, that took strength in torturing and sacrificing especially woman, but the grand wizard of the clan that hid entirely and fully from all and especially light.
He knew whom to persuade slowly into his ritual sex organisation of quite muscularly build, well trained toxics. No woman had, as so many men too weak, survived the cages to make it into his black and chrome chains onto a top dog position.
His erecting started to hurt, his breathing got heavier and heavier, but he had not made up his mind yet who would die tonight after serving him and shooting him away, climaxing on a drug cocktail that was so strong he needed regular kidney cleaning therapy, at the moment after he came.
It was an honour to be killed by him biting out the prime servants throat towards the end of a part of the orgy in which one in the cages would take the open position, all open and willing to serve with absolute loyalty his direct orders and to be the enforcer in the chaos all around his MegaCon order.
These men were all a part of the generals of the con forces special operations, and each commanded a hundred con soldiers. They had build the most dangerous and lethal force that ruled all gangs by fear and mayhem. You would only nod and do as told, if you managed to be visited directly by one of the soldiers and no one would survive laying eyes on a general.
The soft version of these men ran a network of clubs called irreversible, known for drug influenced fetish sex parties that regularly got our of hand and ended it sheer excess. Actually, not too many died in those clubs, but many broke mentally. It was a rapist place with its very own rituals that turned gang rituals from before the downfall into childs' play.
And there was no music. Only, an algorithm based mixture of human and animal sounds based on a heard beat rate scanning microphone system, to make all sane, but drunk lost turn around before even closing the door, if they have not heard yet what everybody knew in the sprawls.
After the dark occult ritual he showered and went to the spa part of the villa, to in a few days come back to sun light and go back to the office like his servants would with him. Only the slaves stayed back going further in their toxic and genetic therapies receiving implants awaiting their position.
It was time to stream line and recruit cannon fodder from within the sprawl to push them against the south beaches and he was curious to see the first plans on his table with numbers and calculations from his intelligence think tank.
But, know he would pretend to enjoy the morning sun being driven in his escort of top end luxurious wheel tanks, today saver than planes in a world that changed all rules and form of living during a total system collapse that created this world he was claiming to be a god like creature in which his will is. Most of the time it was better to be firm but nice, but soon he would directly attack commanding his tank division this cockroach hiding right next to his empire to crush him for ever.
