The chilled metal of the warship hull slide shut against my back as I emerged through the airlock doors, Atom Eve clutched close to me, a treasured jewel plucked from the very teeth of destruction. She had reddish hair that swept behind her like a vortex churning in the depths of space, and her pink spacesuit shone like a jewel against the desolate expanse. Green eyes that had blazed with fierce energy now gazed at me with a virulent combination of fear and anger—fear of what I had caused to her world, and anger at what I was to do to her very soul. But as the metal doors crashed close behind us with a metallic shriek, enclosing us in the belly of this deadly vessel, I could not rid myself of the queasy feeling of satisfaction that swept through me.
The Butcher's Voice whispered low, tempting words in my ear, "Ah, Conquest, you have reaped a good harvest from your sojourn on Earth. Shall we pause to tally your merits?"
I nodded, my eagerness building at the promise of seeing the results of my devastation. The heads-up display in my vision flashed on, displaying a list of desolation points gained during my recent adventure on Earth. The figures swirled with a mad haste, counting the pain I had caused the planet and its people. Then the system emitted a bright chirp, and a message appeared before me.
[The Butcher's Voice is active.]
[Destruction Points (DP): ~203,800,000 DP]
[Brutality Multiplier (BM): 3.5x-]
[Carnage Level (CL): 5-]
[Perks Ready: 0]
I looked into the HUD, where the numbers were whirling through a whirlwind of light. The Butcher's Voice asked me, "Shall we proceed with the expendature."
"Affirmative," I told myself, a feeling of expectation building within me as I cut through the System. The new advantages had at last unveiled themselves in such a way.
"Seamless Cybernetics" (CL 2.5, 10M DP)
Anything cybernetic is equal to the real deal (strength, speed, and regeneration).
"Fury-Driven Regeneration" (CL 3, 20M DP)
You heal faster when actively fighting. Can recover from broken bones and deep wounds mid-battle, but not instantly from fatal damage like decapitation.
"Vice Grip" (CL 4, 40M DP)
Grip strength doubles, allowing you to crush skulls, weapons, and metal effortlessly. Opponents struggle twice as hard to break free from your grasp.
"Unyielding Endurance" (CL 4.5, 50M DP)
Can fight for days without tiring, but still needs to rest after prolonged fighting. Reduces pain reception, allowing you to power through severe injuries.
"Killer Instinct" (CL 5, 60M DP)
Gains an enhanced ability to predict enemy movements, allowing you to counter attacks more efficiently. Boosts reaction speed and combat efficiency, but it's up to you on what you do with the predictions.
"Endless Apex" (CL 4.8, 23M DP)
Slowly grows stronger after every brutal struggle.
My cybernetic right arm no longer existed as an alien presence; rather, it had become a wonder of Seamless Cybernetics. The metal and wires had blended into my being, becoming a subtle but integral component of my self. Wiggling my fingers, the soft whir of the servo-motors accompanied my thoughts with a gentle melody, their precision exceeding that of my previous flesh and blood. It really felt like a real arm now, perfectly in tune with the Viltrumite strength within me, able to grow even more powerful in synchronization with my body.
Limitless Apex was also a precious jewel to me, a Viltrumite at my strongest. It gave me the capabilities to drive my powers past any limitations I had. Able to change and grow with me after every hard-fought struggle. I would certainly require this perk to maintain and heighten the strength disparity that existed between me and Mark and in order to take on titans such as Nolan and Thragg with grace and capability. Unfortunately, this was something that was missing in my battle with Mark on Earth and I didn't reap the benefits of getting stronger. We were likely evenly matched at this point without any of my hax.
Fuck.
The upcoming confrontation with him was turning out to be pretty scary and I probably would not survive.
[The Butcher's Voice is active.]
[Destruction Points (DP): ~23,800,000 DP]
[Brutality Multiplier (BM): 3.5x-]
[Carnage Level (CL): 4-]
[Perks Ready: 6]
"Ah, Conquest, what a shrewd investment," The Butcher's Voice cooed with a sickening delight that resonated deep within my mind. "Your choices are... impeccable. The manner with which you have honed your cruelty borders on art. I must ask you, does it satisfy you to have such power over others?"
The System was gently stroking that ego I had let grow within me. "It feels... right," I told myself in corners of my mind, savoring that rush of power that coursed through my veins. Mark's fear and anger, Oliver's anger and horror, Eve's desperation, and the echoes of all those whose lives I had took coalesced to make me stronger, their strength magnifying mine. The Butcher's Voice was a dangerous guide, that seductive whisper threading through my mental halls, urging me to take my place as supreme bringer of desolation and malice.
As the HUD faded from sight, I turned my attention to the world about us. Atom Eve was still held in my arms, her gaze questioning mine, silently seeking my reason for going suddenly still. The warship's crew waited, eager for the next order, expectant faces expectant of my wording. Gently, I laid her feet onto the metallic deck with a nod. Hazy from my dash into lightspeed, she looked around and asked, "Now what?"
"You can picture what follows, Eve," I told her, my voice resonating with a cold familiar tone that mirrored the desolate space around us. "You belong to me now, claimed. My sex slave." The taste of those words stayed on my tongue. The price she had paid to save Earth—together with a miserable fate that towered over her far more horrifying than death—rang like a sweet victory to me. She shuddered at the unforgiving realities of her newfound situation that encircled her heart with a cold embrace.
"Come," I invited, my voice echoing through the emptiness, the only noise resonating through the room. "Let me take you to your new living space."
She lagged behind me with reluctant steps, her footfalls beating hollow against metal decks to harmonize with the new home she had taken up residence in. Frustration and anger poured off her, but it seemed to make me more emotional, adding to it a crisp edge of excitement to the situation. The Butcher's Voice whispered suggestions gently to me, giving me ways to increase her pain, but I let those suggestions pass for now. I had eternities at my disposal to savor her suffering and take advantage.
Her new quarters was vast but felt claustrophobic to her, circumscribed by her fear that hovered over her like a spectre. The metal walls reflected back at her with cold gleam under the harsh brilliance of artificial lights, and the floor throbbed with the far-off beat of warship engines. This would now become her life—this unyielding metal cage of loneliness in the infinite expanse of space.
With the door slide tight and a flourish worthy of the theater, I began the intentional process of removing my clothing, every action intended to inspire intimidation as well as arousal, if that was even possible at this point. Each article of clothing fell to the ground with a ringing thud, revealing the sculpted physique that had caused terror in the hearts of so many creatures throughout the cosmos. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the vision of me, a monster of unchecked power and evil, now standing in front of her in all my naked glory. I stood upright, fully erect, offering 11 inches of manhood, thick as a soda can.
"Now it's your turn," I told her, my voice firm yet calm. She hesitated with her shaking hands poised to reach over and touch her space suit seals. I could see her fighting with herself—grasping to maintain some sort of dignity while being fearful of what I would do if she did not obey me.
She gazed at me with a desperate glance in her eyes, searching for an escape, but I had only a freezing, unwavering glare like a monster who had lost all emotions because I was Conquest and The System now. The Butcher's Voice commanded me to proceed and make her yield. But I enjoyed the hunt, the suspense of prolonging before emerging victorious.
"Don't worry, Eve," I told her with a smile, "I'll take care of you."
The room was still except for my heavy breathing and the quiet hum of the ship's engines. It had been many years since I had felt a woman's warm embrace, and it was making me harder then the ship's hull. The last time had been years ago, a distant recollection, a hazy picture in a different galaxy. I was a young man full of energy and anger at that time. Now I was changed in every way, and I was ready to begin with her.
She was now nude, and her pale skin seemed to contrast with cold metal walls. Yet.. something was still not right. Eve was still not looking at me with same level of unwilling desire I desired; her eyes were still fearful. The Butcher's Voice told me something, a new reward that would make everything more favorable to me, so I sighed and purchased the reward.
"Irresistible Dominance" (CL 2.8, 3.5M DP)
Pheromones that make you nearly irresistible to most women that are biologically compatible, and are emotionally vulnerable or already attracted targets. Incredibly hard to resist once taken effect.
When I triggered the perk, I saw something in Atom Eve's eyes. Her pupils dilated and her skin radiated like she was full of excitement. She had fear present in her eyes but something more primal and more potent. She leaned forward and adjusted her body and I could feel that she was being altered by the perk. She began to extend her arms very slowly at first and then with more assurance reached out to touch my chest.
"Conquest," she breathed softly, her voice heavy with want and hunger, "What have you done to me?"
I began to lie; I had not wanted her to realize that I was dominating her mind. I wanted her to believe that she was making her decision herself. "You want this, Eve," I whispered and persuasively, "You feel it within you. You want to be claimed, to belong to the strongest."
I kissed her roughly, like those hard-fought battles I had endured. My tongue shoved in, savoring her anger and fear. She struggled against me, attempting to push me off with every ounce of strength she had, but it was like trying to move a star—it simply would not work. I enjoyed that she was resisting me; it felt more gratifying to overcome her.
I broke off kissing her and stared at her. The metallic frigidity of warship deck reflected how much I desired her. "Now, suck my cock," I said to her with no other option left. I could detect some stiffness of resistance, her last bit of trying to resist. But already, she had become a play thing to "Irresistible Dominance," her body obeying without her will.
Her own hands trembled as they encountered my rigid shaft, the fear in her eyes giving way to a mixture of anger and grudging arousal. She opened her mouth, breathed deeply, and took the head of my cock into it, her puffy, luscious lips encasing me. Despite herself, she began to suck, her tongue painting circles around the head that had my knees all but collapse. The Butcher's Voice stood behind me in the depths of my mind, goading praising and encouraging me to wallow in her humiliation.
"Was that how you sucked it for your boyfriend?" I teased her, seeing her eyes blazing with anger and shame. The mention of my enemy upsetted her even more, and she pulled me in even tighter, her cheeks hollow as she struggled to engulf me. It had been ages since I had last felt the heat of a mouth around my cock, and it felt tremendous.
She licks it like a lollipop, her eyes looking up at me with her eyelashes, exuding both submission and rebellion. She traces with her tongue the contours of my cock as if it were a blue print of her shame. The tighter she sucks me in, making her mouth smaller around me, the more pleasure builds up in waves that seem to resonate through the entire vessel.
I clutch her head at the back to make her take more of me. She gags but tries to be calm, her eyes well up with tears as she attempts to please me. I rub against the back of her throat with the head of my penis, and it's wonderful. The Butcher's Voice is urging me on, telling me to continue, telling me what a good job she's doing and that she deserves it. And she does deserve it. She's mine now, my trophy, my play thing.
With each stroke, she moans louder, and the sensation gathers in me. I dig my fingers tighter into her hair, pulling her close, making her moan over my cock. I can feel my orgasm beginning, the heat radiating from my balls through my cock. She's working so well, a good little slut. I growl low in my throat, and she responds by taking me deeper again, her throat spasming around me as she fights not to choke. I can sense the desperation in her eyes, the need not to fail me, and it makes me harder.
Finally, I release and she accepts it, her eyes widening as I pour a great deal of warm, heavy liquid down her throat. She chokes briefly but continues on, her cheeks bulging as she swallows it all. It's something that would make any man glad to see her do it, and I like being in control of her. The Butcher's Voice within me chuckles at me for her embarrassment and awards me bonus points.
As she backs away, panting for breath, my cum trickles down her chin and onto her breasts, coating her in a manner that makes me feel like a contemporary Picasso of filth. Her face is a mess of tacky white and tears, a painting of my control. She gazes up at me, her eyes a mixture of anger, resentment, and a glimmer of something that could be... pleasure? The perk was doing wonders, it appears.
I gently stroke her cheek with my thumb and distribute the liquid on her face to indicate that she is mine. "Good girl," I whisper softly. "Now, get yourself on the bed with your ass up."
Eve's frame tightens up without anyone instructing her to. She jumps up on to the metal bed by herself with her stiffness and trembling. She lies down with her ass up and legs open slightly, exposing her wet pink cunt. The Butcher's Voice gently instructs me to take her and make her scream my name in both pain and ecstasy.
I walk over to her, my feet crunching through the space. She is lovely like this, frightened and frail, yet wanting something. The substance has her under some control that compels her to want something she fears. I stand against her back, hard and silky with her mouth. I notice her back stiffen up, as her muscles tense up and then release, preparing herself for what's to come.
I push myself into her. She cries out but it's muffled because her face is buried in her pillow. She is very tight; she's like a clamp. But she's very wet and it's all mine. The Butcher's Voice would laugh at this tableau as I do. I begin to rock my hips, slamming into hers, forcing her deep into the bed with every thrust. The metal frame creaks but does not break, indicating how well the Viltramites have built it.
She's making noises, both pain and pleasure that I am evoking with my body. I grab her hair and I lift her up off her pillow. She's red in the face, her eyes tightly closed and her mouth open as she's crying out. She's in that place now, experiencing things with me that she's never experienced with anyone else. She hasn't. Not with anyone as dominant as I am.
"Am I the biggest dick you've ever had?" I inquire with a contented and inquisitive tone. She utters a low murmur, her body tensing up around mine. "Tell me," I urge more forcefully, driving into her.
She opens her eyes wide, looking directly at me in the gleaming metal wall and says loudly, "Yes, yes, you are." This is not what she intends to say, but the truth has a way of coming out when your under the influence. Or, in this instance, when my "Irresistible Dominance" has affected her. The Butcher's Voice celebrates in my head because it is proud of her admission.
Her body responds to me, her pussy clenching down around my dick like a fist, her juices slicking me like a wet, warm hug. She's so close, near to the point of cumming, and its sex aroma that mists in the air like a hazy desire. I recognize it from the way her walls pulse against me, the way she's bucking up to meet every stroke. She's creaming on my dick, and it's pure heaven.
I move back away from her with a groan, and her body trembles with shock at what I've done. She looks up at me with a question in her eyes, wanting more, but I simply smile. "You want more, yes?" I question her, and she can only nod her head without being able to speak from pleasure. "Good. Get on your back." She rolls over more easily now, like her body knows what will occur, and she has accepted her fate and enjoyed it. I mount her easily and she opens her legs to me without words.
I look into her eyes and lean down to embrace her close to me as I sheathed myself, feeling complete. She cries out with a loud voice, her eyes rolling back in her head, and I see that she cannot help but relish this.
"From now on, you'll forget about him." I say to her, slamming into her frequently and forcefully. "You'll think only of me, of what I do to you, of how I make you feel."
Her fearful and enraged eyes had now lost their luster due to wanting and relinquishing. She continues nodding and shifting a bit while slowly exhaling with her weak voice. It's very serene, saying, "Yes, Conquest. Only you."
The Butcher's Voice is music to my head, growing louder with joy and power as I continue. She's rising up off of her bed, her breasts jiggling with every touch. The metal is cold against us, but it's as if it's absorbing the potent energy of what we're doing. She's nice and wet and tight, her body closing around me like a tight-fisted thing. Everything I do brings me deep pleasure, pleasure that you want to scream with.
And again she does it. She creams onto my cock, her orgasm sweeping over her in a tidal wave. I feel her cunt contracting around me, milking me for all I'm worth. Her moans are desperate, needy, and the most gorgeous sound in the universe. Her arousal perfumes the air with its aroma, a heavy mix of sweat and sex that's disorienting. My DP grows with every spasm of her walls, every spout of her cum.
Unfortunately, I will not allow her to become pregnant. It would be a mistake. I frown and move back from her, though my body continues to crave to be close to her. She cries out in anguish at being denied more, but I do not care. She will be thankful that I have done what I did later.
I touch myself again, stroking myself while I watch her after her orgasm. She trembles with pleasure. She remains available to me, glistening with her juices and wanting to be stuffed again. But that is not going to occur today. I shift my hand and point at her chest and let out a loud groan.
My semen splashed onto her chest and face. She appears disheveled like a work of art. She stares up at me with surprise and lust. She's still trembling with her orgasmic shock, her body still trembling at my penis. My Butcher's Voice in my head is nearly gleeful with praise over how she looks at that point.