They struck swiftly, with brutal efficiency. One moment the old man was hobbling along the pitted surface of the alley with only scurrying rats for company and the next he was set upon by hooded assailants. They did not bother to demand anything from him; they preferred to take things by force. A few frenzied seconds later the old man lay on the broken concrete, blood pooling around his head. Crouched in the shadow of a burnt-out hovercar Jack Redhorn watched them search through his pockets for anything of value. One of the gang produced a half-eaten ration bar and whooped in delight. That was what they did this for? A scrap of food he would have given them anyway? Jack stayed perfectly still until the rabble had left the alley and was getting up to leave when a terrible thought struck him. The old man's jacket was thick and in good condition, he couldn't have been living here long. His own was threadbare and ragged. Walking over to him he made another unpleasant discovery. The old man wasn't dead. Jack was no doctor but he could tell a stricken man when he saw one. An agonising moment passed as he stared down at the twitching, gurgling form before him. A shriek from a nearby street interrupted his reverie.
Take it, he told himself. The old man won’t need it and there's nothing you can do for him.
Hating himself for doing it he rolled the man over and wrestled the jacket off him. Turning away he was shocked to hear him whisper "Help me". Jack froze and made to turn around but another yell and a clash of metal on metal, closer this time, made him turn and run. Minutes later in another dark, dingy alley he stopped for breath. How did it come to this? Stealing clothes from dying men and constantly running and hiding?
It was only a few months since Jack had been a typical young professional in the city with a secure job, a wonderful wife and a new-born daughter. The complex he worked in was raided without warning. Such raids were not uncommon among the rival corporations that had long since outgrown the power of the nominal government. The complex was completely stripped, its files removed, machinery disassembled and its workforce taken. Corporations could not openly murder citizens but those who went missing were officially considered to be living in the undercity by their own choice. When he went to work that morning he had a good life, when he was taken from work he had nothing. Worse, he had no way of contacting his family to let them know he was alive so for the best part of two months all they knew was that he had disappeared without a trace.
New Jericho, like many of the cities to survive the flooding of the middle period of the twenty-first century was built as an enormous floating platform. The lowest level of the city was beneath the water level and was the only part of New Jericho to receive no natural light. Initially the governing body intended to use it only as a storage area but as thousands of refugees flocked to the city states to escape the savage wars in Asia the city became increasingly overcrowded. Eventually the government bowed to pressure from corporations who wanted the cheap labour and drafted legislation to allow the lower level to be converted into a habitable area. It was turned into a rambling, enormous grid of identical houses that spanned the whole level and given the designation HAB-1. Tens of thousands of people were crammed into it. The corporations got their cheap labour and the city freed up a lot of space. New Jericho thrived and made a series of important technological breakthroughs. Robotics in particular advanced rapidly.
It was the robots that signalled the start of the city's problems. Corporations began to use them to perform jobs previously done by people. The undercity was most affected by this, its inhabitants were the lowest paid in the city and the most easily replaced. Quickly a large number of the people living in HAB-1 found themselves with no income and no means of leaving. Those who did still have jobs made concerted efforts to leave the level. Riots broke out and the gates from HAB-1 to the upper levels were fortified and sealed. The government had become increasingly weak and franchised off the ownership of HAB-1 to various corporations in exchange for them maintaining security of the gates and assuming responsibility for the residents' welfare.
Most of those living in the upper city were not concerned, their standard of life had never been higher and the city continued to prosper. As time passed rumours began to circulate that the corporations were using HAB-1 as a prison. As the corporations influence grew the number of people disappearing also began to rise and those living above the surface began to find it appealing to talk and think as little as possible about the conditions below them.
Down here though, there was no opportunity to turn a blind eye. The harsh conditions were unavoidably obvious. HAB-1 had degenerated to the stage where it was more primitive than human habitation had been for centuries. Hovercars littered the streets; no fuel had been available for years. Most of the overhead lights had been turned off to save energy and some of those left on were failing, creating a constant night. One ration bar per citizen was issued daily through chutes from the cavernous ceiling. That was one of the few stipulations the government had made when signing their responsibilities away. Even that was flouted though; corporations exchanged other goods for ration bars on their daily trawls of the city so an economy built up around them. Gangs hoarded the rations, depriving many from any nourishment at all. The corporations collected them on their patrols and reissued them, saving themselves a tidy amount and satisfying the government checks and safeguards.
Jack woke groggily the next day. It was impossible to tell what time of day it was. Aside from the challenge of staying alive, Jack found the tedium of living in the undercity unbearable. Every day he wandered around the barren streets, trying to find any sort of sanity or even the miracle of an exit. In two months he had found no sign of either.
The change in this routine came suddenly. Wandering aimlessly along a deserted street Jack heard the low whirring of a hovercar. Hurrying round the corner he saw it was not a hovercar but in fact a full-size transport emblazoned with the distinctive logo of Lenkat Corporation, a pouncing tiger. It settled onto the ground and several people in uniform emerged from the rear hatch.
"Citizens of HAB-1," a voice blared, echoing around the slums, "Lenkat would like to offer you the chance to come and work with us. We will provide shelter, food and healthcare and give you a role that makes use of your skills and experience. This could be your last day in the undercity, just step up to one of our recruitment officers and get started."
This is too good to be true, he thought as he walked warily towards them. They'll probably make us sign an agreement to work sixteen hour shifts for years on end. But what does it matter? Nobody survives long down here, get out while you can.
Jack was quite close to them before he realised the Lenkat contingent were armed. Hardly surprising down here, he thought. One of them, a stern grey-haired man, scrutinised him carefully before nodding at him to get into the transport. A young man and woman emerged from the shadows and approached the transport, clutching hands. They too received the disinterested nod of approval and followed him inside. About a dozen others were already sitting in the transport. Surreptitiously looking around at them Jack was appalled at how ill looking they all were. All of them were thinner than they should have been. Some were sporting scars and bruises. Two or three were breathing hoarsely and another few were ashen faced. The young woman that had followed him in collapsed on her companion and sobbed silently into his shoulder.
Jack found himself wondering how long they had been here to get into this condition and was both shaken and cheered by how lucky he was to be getting out. The transport cruised around more streets, picking people up. It soon became apparent the Lenkat officials had a profile of recruit in mind as elderly people were turned away.
There was a crowd around the gateway. Entry and exit to the undercity was by means of a giant circular elevator, walled off and heavily guarded. As the transport approached the outer wall and the gates opened, the crowd began running towards them. This was obviously not an isolated event because the guards inside the walls had lined up before hand and were stunning anyone that came close. Jack was startled by the sheer desperation of these people, as more of them scrambled over the prone bodies of the leaders to try to worm their way inside. One or two nearly got within touching distance of the guards but a forcefield flickered into life and sent them sprawling. Jack's last view of the undercity as the transport skimmed onto the elevator platform was the guards rolling the unconscious bodies outside the gate to fend for themselves.
Despite the suffering he had seen Jack couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as the elevator took them upwards. And then he saw it for the first time in weeks. The sun cast a soft glow across the city of New Jericho as the transport emerged above the surface and hovered again. He'd taken so much for granted, ignored so many of the wonders that surrounded him. Now he appreciated them all anew as they joined a stream of traffic flowing through the corporate sector of the first level, the sparkling fountains below and the towering Kelek trees that formed a lilac canopy over the park to their left. On their right the glass pyramids of Troman Corporation made a beautiful sight as the pinkish sunset reflected on them.
The transport set them down before the magnificent conical headquarters of Lenkat. From outside it appeared as a polished black marble. From the inside the outer walls were all transparent. They disembarked and were led inside, an arch slid out of the smooth black wall as they approached. Once inside a guide asked anyone who wanted to rest to follow her while the rest could go with her colleague for a meal. Jack very much doubted any of them had eaten a full meal in months and was not surprised to see most of them go to the dining hall with him.
It seemed they were being kept separate from the rest of the corporation employees. The room they were led to was spartan, white-walled and fairly small. A few tables had been added and Lenkat officials brought in bowls of broth, bread and water. After weeks eating scraps of rations whenever they could be found, to get something hot was wonderful. Jack ate heartily and was feeling as good as he had in weeks as he followed a guide to a dormitory. A bed to sleep in was another luxury he had missed for far too long. There were a dozen or so others in the room with him, all from the same transport he had arrived on. He was settling down to sleep when he realised something else, there was a synthetic Luia plant in the room, giving off a faint but refreshing pineapple smell. He grinned to himself in the dark; it had been weeks since he had even seen a plant. They were woken early the next morning by a crisply dressed corporation officer.
"Good morning citizens," he barked, "You may call me Mr. Nardini. Today you will all undergo a series of physical, mental and aptitude tests to determine the role you are best suited to in the corporation. Wash, dress and report to room CA27 by 1000. There are direction signs in every corridor. Anyone who chooses not to do so will not be retained by the corporation. After you have been assigned a role you will be given the opportunity to contact any relatives or friends you may wish to. I bid you all a very warm welcome and hope your service with Lenkat is as enjoyable and rewarding as mine has been."
Jack went about his ablutions with one eye on the clock – he had no intention of going back to the undercity. Clean clothes had been provided for them, plain but of good quality. Dressing quickly, he followed the trickle of people already leaving the dormitory. CA27 was some distance away; signs directed them through a labyrinth of corridors before they arrived. Jack was impressed with the building; Greenwells had been very plain by comparison. The corridors all had plants in them – a very rare commodity after the ecological ravages of the middle decades.
Jack entered into a large, well-lit room. There was a short queue of people at a desk directly in front of the door. Around the walls in a horseshoe were several more desks with corporation officials. Jack joined the queue and wondered when he would be able to send a message to his family and when he would be able to see them again. When he reached the front of the queue the man behind the desk shook his hand energetically.
"Good morning friend, good to see so many new recruits this morning and good for you to be off the streets I dare say. You've got a busy day ahead, what we're doing here is registering you with the corporation archives and then you'll be sent for various tests. Jamie is free and will do the registration with you, just go over to his desk and you can get started," he said, pointing at a desk that had just been vacated by another recruit.
Jamie, it turned out, was not as chirpy as his colleague. He shook Jack's hand with a bored expression on his face and immediately started asking him questions in a disinterested monotone.
"Name?"
"Jack Redhorn."
"Birthdate?"
"Fourteenth May, 2054."
"Previous occupation?"
"I worked in the Greenwells complex, manufacturing casings for reactors."
"Do you have a spouse?"
"My wife."
"Children?"
"I have a daughter, born just this year."
"Before entering the undercity, did you have any physical or mental illness?"
"No."
"Have you had any enhancements?"
"No, I could never afford them."
"Do you know the date you entered the undercity?"
"Yes, it was the first of March."
"Very well, that is all we need to do here Your age and skills make you an ideal recruit, provided your tests are favourable you should attain a position similar to what you had at Greenwells. Make your way to GB12."
After another trek around the rambling corridors of the complex Jack found a much smaller room occupied by a smiling old man in a dilapidated suit who leapt to his feet happily when Jack entered and wrung his hand vigorously. The sloping wall and panoramic view out over the ocean gave the room away as being on the edge of the building.
"Hello Jack, pleased to meet you, I am Dr. Wilson. I am going to run a series of tests on you to assess your health and fitness and particularly to determine whether your stay on the streets has had any harmful effects on you. The corporation takes the wellbeing of its staff very seriously, unhealthy workers are unproductive workers. The first thing I need to do is take some blood to test for any infections or diseases you may have picked up. Take a seat and roll up your sleeve."
Over the course of an hour Dr. Wilson performed a full body scan on Jack, grilled him on any injuries he had sustained in the last six months and tested his sight, hearing, strength and dexterity. At last he ran out of tests and invited Jack to sit again.
"I'm happy to tell you it appears you've been relatively unscathed if a bit malnourished, you've stood up to the undercity much better than most do. I was surprised at just how little effect the hardship seemed to have had on you so I did a couple of extra tests.”
“The corporation developed a new enhancement technique with rather astounding results but only a small percentage of the populace have compatible physiology, it tends to be those who are naturally hardy. Turns out that you are one such person. It's a great opportunity for you; the corporation's policy is to enhance all employees that are suitable. We hold the patents too; nobody else does anything like it. Going forward will also guarantee you a place in the top-stream of employees – you'll get more interesting work and be paid more."
"What's involved?"
"We'd induce a medical coma for two weeks and implement the enhancements; you'd wake up with perfect command of your enhanced abilities. The effects really are incredible, candidates benefit from improved strength, speed, stamina and cognitive skills. However we can only do one procedure a month so I would recommend starting immediately. If you wait you risk someone else who is eligible being discovered and by next month if there are multiple candidates a form of competitive selection would be used and you may miss out altogether."
"You really give them out free?"
"It's an investment. You get enhanced and the corporation gets specialised employees to fulfil critical roles."
"Seems like there's not much of a choice really. I want to contact my family first and let them know I'm alive."
"Of course, use my terminal to compose a message and I'll have it delivered. I'll tell the team to prep."
The old doctor left the room and left Jack to his thoughts. He had thought about nothing other than his family for weeks but now that it came to speaking to them he struggled to find the words to express what he had gone through. In the end he left a short message saying he was fine and would see them soon and loved them dearly.
Shortly thereafter he found himself on a bed, being hooked up to various machines. Someone told him they were inducing the coma and he felt the world fade around him.
It seemed like a long time passed, his bed wasn't comfortable. Sounds drifted in and out of focus, a dull roaring. He opened his eyes. He wasn't in a bed at all. Scrambling upright he found himself standing in the middle of an amphitheatre. Around him a crowd filled grandstands that stretched toward the horizon. It was night but the ring of earth he stood in was illuminated by strong floodlights.
The breeze tickled his bare skin, his body felt oddly different to him as if he were stronger and leaner. So they really had enhanced him. But then, why leave him here and why take his clothes? There were small frameworks, like gymnastic equipment or scaffolding, littering the arena. Jack moved around, trying to work out what they were for. He jumped as a voice boomed out around him.
"Hello and good evening ladies and gentlemen! It gives me great pleasure to welcome you to a very special deathmatch. Already in the arena is our challenger who has been specially enhanced for this match."
Deathmatch? What sort of twisted joke was this? There had been rumours in recent years that some of the corporations were running clandestine deathmatches, selling tickets for ludicrous amounts to the bored thrill-seekers of New Jericho's rich upper-class. Was this why they had dragged him off the street? To serve as fodder in some underworld brawl? That didn't make sense, enhancements were expensive and they wouldn't have given him them just to lose their investment straight away, would they?
The crowd's murmur rose to an excited clamour, Jack saw several hands pointing upwards and saw a platform hover over the centre of the ring and start to descend.
"Please show your appreciation for the beautiful and deadly Ashlyn!" boomed the announcer. The crowd eagerly complied, a roar echoed around the arena. That caught Jack by surprise, he was no expert on the deathmatches but he had the impression the fighters were all male.
The platform was close enough for him to see her now. Ashlyn was a diminutive figure, at least a head shorter than Jack. Her blonde hair draped in pigtails down her back. Nature had blessed her with a beautiful face and a stunning figure. Her upper body was latticed with thin strips of skin-hugging leather, attached to a sparkling gold ring over her sternum. It accentuated her lean, strong torso beautifully and exposed a generous swell of breast to view. From the waist down she wore floor-length pants of some delicate cloth, ripped and torn to appear tattered.
Jack approached the platform, thinking he could jump on and perhaps escape this arena and find shelter somewhere. Just as the platform was a few feet above the ground Ashlyn leapt off and kicked him in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. The crowd cheered her on. He got up and backed away warily, wincing at a stabbing pain along his ribs. Glancing down at his chest he saw a light cut down one side. She must be wearing some damn sharp heels he thought; but even as he looked the cut sealed itself up.
"I've got no interest in hurting you," he said "but I've been enhanced and I don't plan on dying here."
Ashlyn smiled girlishly at him. "Yes you have but so have I. I think you'll find I can match you. I have an advantage too, I know exactly what they did to you. You don't, do you?"
Jack stumbled slightly as he backed into edge of the arena and a forcefield repelled him. Ashlyn reached out with one slender arm and traced her fingers across his crotch. Jack made to grab her arm but she sidestepped neatly and twisted his arm behind his back. Rising to her tiptoes she brought her mouth level with his ear. "I can break your arm really easily," she said, twisting slightly more to illustrate her point as searing pain shot up his arm. "If you don't want me to do that then don't try anything stupid."
Still holding his arm tightly she reached around with her other hand and lightly gripped his cock, tracing up and down its hardening length. "This has been enhanced. Didn't you notice it's bigger? More sensitive too, you're easier to arouse, capable of feeling more pleasure. Best bit is you can stay hard a very long time."
Her hand moved slowly down the underside of his cock, sending shivers up his spine, and caressed his balls gently. "These have been improved too. They can produce a lot more, you're going to be able to cum again and again."
Her hand returned to stroking his straining cock. She hadn't been joking either, the sensations he was receiving were exquisite. "It does come at a cost though," she continued, her breath hot on his neck, "All the exertion will take a heavy toll on your body, even with your enhancements you'll get weaker with each orgasm until your body can't take it any more."
Jack kicked out backwards and caught Ashlyn on the knee. Grunting, she lost her hold on his arm and he kicked out again while she was off-balance and sent her tumbling. He backed away out of her reach as the crowd roared. "You don't have to do this," he said, "I'm warning you that I will defend myself."
Ashlyn leapt upright and pouted innocently at him. She edged towards him and he circled her, trying to maintain his distance. Heels or not, she moved effortlessly. Jack could see muscles ripple smoothly across her stomach as she turned this way and that to track his movement. She ran towards him but feinted as she reached him and catching him off-guard landed a solid kick to the mid-riff that made him double over. He struck out wildly but only succeeded in grabbing hold of one of the leather strips of her outfit which snapped free and sent him off balance. Capitalising on this she kicked his legs out from under him.
Grunting with effort he rolled aside and ran unsteadily away from her, looking for something in the ring to use to his advantage. She was fast though, he only had time to sprint to a metal frame when he heard her behind him. Acting instinctively he spun to the side and pushed her forcefully through the bars behind him. She landed awkwardly but immediately got up and stepped towards him, pausing as a tearing noise alerted her that her pants had got stuck on an uneven scrap of metal. She tore at them and cast them aside. Beneath she wore only a pair of pointy-toed, stiletto-heeled, black leather boots that moulded all the way up to her thighs and a pair of tight, studded leather bands at the top of each thigh that contrasted deliciously with her creamy skin.
She caught him off guard again, leaping at him and knocking him over. Before he could react she'd deftly torn another couple of leather straps from her chest and tied his hands to a pole he'd fallen beside. She sat herself down beside his midriff, stretched her feet toward his cock and began to sing to herself. Despite the exertion of trying to fight her, his erection had barely subsided and she began to stroke it between the soles of her boots. Jack strained and felt the leather around his wrist give slightly. The crazy bitch was rubbing his cock raw and the worst bit was it just made him harder. It felt both painful and pleasurable at the same time to have the cool friction against his dick and Jack knew a part of him wanted her to keep going. Ashlyn shifted position, pressing his cock against his thigh and rubbing with the sole of one foot while she delicately tickled his balls with the heel of the other. Jack jumped at the contact, terrified she would inflict some grievous injury on him but she simply ran the stiletto over his balls very lightly, making him shiver.
Satisfied his senses had been heightened she switched back to pumping his cock between her boots, letting one hand drift between her legs to tease her clit. "Does that feel good?" she asked.
When Jack made no reply other than to continue straining against the ties binding his hands she pressed her heel into his thigh. "Say 'Yes, Ashlyn'," she purred.
"Yes, Ashlyn."
"I knew it," she said, moving back to jacking him with both boots and increasing her tempo. "You love this, don't you? Say 'Yes, Ashlyn'"
"Yes, Ashlyn," he groaned, sweating a little as he felt an orgasm approach.
"Do you want to come?"
Jack said nothing but in truth he did, the pressure in his dick was mounting and he longed for relief from it. She moved her free hand to tickle the hairs on his chest.
“I said, do you want to come?”
"Yes Ashlyn."
"Do you want me to make you come?"
"Yes Ashlyn."
"Beg me to make you come."
"Please make me come."
"Please who?"
"Please make me cum Ashlyn!"
And she did, the discomfort was still present but his enhanced cock responded to any form of stimulation and her rhythmic pulling along its length got faster and faster as she worked herself with her hand. Jack felt one last squeezing tug on his dick and gasped in pleasure as a salvo of cum erupted out of his dick. The first spurt was easily more than the entire quantity he could previously have ejaculated; it rocketed out and sprayed off her boots and over the ground. She applied more pressure and milked his cock slowly and firmly. As the second jet, bigger than the first, landed across the shiny leather of her boots Ashlyn came too. Jack heard her sigh and looked at her in time to see the hand buried between her legs turn green, then blue, then purple and the colour started to creep up her arm as it changed. Her face was showing the same effect as her whole skin lit up, spiralling towards her pussy. When it reached her core she burst into tears as her skin changed colour even more rapidly before turning a brilliant white and fading back to normal. Her hair, he noticed, had remained a brilliant green colour. Jack kept shooting more and more cum, it was the strongest orgasm he had ever had but it left him feeling drained. As the last spurt left him and the pounding of his heart diminished he was aware the noise of the crowd had risen to a crescendo.
Looking around as his breath came back Jack noticed a couple of small camera drones circling him. The crowd probably had ocular implants hooking them up to the drone's audio-visual feed, giving them the dual experience of the atmosphere of being in the pack and a birds eye view of the action.
Seizing his chance while she was distracted, Jack heaved against the leather straps and rejoiced as they burst. He got up slowly, exhausted from his orgasm but still sporting a raging erection, and moved away from Ashlyn who was still sobbing in a sizable puddle of his cum. She really is crazy, he thought, I wonder if the rumour enhancements can send you insane are true. He headed towards the centre of the ring, hoping he'd be able to get on the platform she had descended in and get out. He looked back to check if she was following and failed to see a stun mine in his path.
It didn't hurt but it jarred every atom in his body and sent him sprawling on his back, immobilised. Fucking great, he thought. It didn't take long before Ashlyn made her way over to him. She let out a concerned exclamation when she saw him and knelt down beside him.
"Oh lords, are you ok?” she asked, eyes wide in concern, stroking his face gently, "I'm really sorry. Just stay calm, this'll wear off in a few minutes and we can get out of here."
If Jack had been able to speak he would have said "What the fuck?" He was more convinced than ever he was dealing with a lunatic, she seemed genuinely concerned all of a sudden.
She straddled his chest, facing away from him. "I'll just keep up the pretence until you can move; we're fast enough to make it out."
She lightly gripped his erection and slowly stroked it. Having orgasmed once didn't seem to have calmed him down any, if anything he was even more aroused as she teased up and down his shaft. Reflexively Jack's hips tried to buck towards her and he realised he could move a little again.
"Pretend you're into it, lick my asshole," she said, squeezing his glans and running one finger down his cock to his balls and back up again. "Lick it; we need to give them a show until you can stand. Please?"
Tentatively Jack leaned forward and ran his tongue across her tight opening. Abruptly she spun around and slapped him. "You filthy son of a bitch!” she screamed, the concern in her face replaced with depraved lust and anger. She pulled the ring from her chest and placed it on a nearby pole, then once again used spare straps to bind his hands, much more tightly this time. She walked back to stand between his legs, gloriously naked other than her cum-stained boots and knelt down.
"This is what I love about doing this," she said, giving the tip of his cock a fleeting kiss. "You know what I'm doing to you," she licked slowly up the length of his shaft, "and you're still enjoying it, you don't even want me to stop."
She took him in her mouth and Jack gasped raggedly at the feel of the wet heat on his sensitive cock. Ashlyn made full use of her tongue, swirling around the head of his cock and eliciting more moans of pleasure from him. Jack stiffened as he felt her finger probe his asshole but she began to bob up and down on his cock and the pleasure distracted him enough for her to slip inside. Expertly she located his prostate and began to massage it; she drew back so that just the head of his cock was in her mouth and began jacking his cock with her other hand. It was a new experience to Jack to have anything inside him and completely overwhelmed him. As he spurted into her mouth he felt pain in his testicles from another massive ejaculation and was overcome with nausea. Panting he begged her to stop as he shot load after load into her mouth, she had to pull off him and he continued to shoot all over her face and into her hair and up her nose. She snorted and coughed, letting his cum fall back onto his cock and dived on it again to lick it clean.
"Stop," he panted, "I've got a family that need me."
"Sshh," she said as she let his cock slip out of her mouth, "Your family aren't here, and they’ll have to do without you. You're mine now. Just lie back and enjoy."
She crawled up his body and squatted over his groin and guided him into her. Jack slid in easily, she was very wet. She cooed at the penetration and ran her nails across his chest, tweaking his nipples. Ashlyn started to ride him in earnest, gradually picking up pace and let her fingers drift to stimulate her clit. She stared straight into his eyes.
"My pussy is enhanced too," she confided as she ground her hips in slow circles. "It's designed to work with your cock for the ultimate pleasure. You'll just keep coming in me until your body gives up."
Jack felt overloaded, his heart was racing and he felt weaker than he had imagined was possible. Through all this, the pleasure on his cock was intense as the muscles of her pussy squeezed sensuously around him. Ashlyn began to emit low moans above him as she rocked faster and faster. Breaking a man with her body was always a turn on to her and she knew he was nearly finished. Jack knew it too, his vision was blurring and his fingers and toes felt cold but his cock felt gloriously warm in her fiery sheath. The muscles throughout his body clenched as she drove him irresistibly towards orgasm. He caught a glimpse of himself reflected on the underside of one of the camera drones hovering above, she looked so slight and delicate astride him but had him under her complete control. Jack couldn't help but find the image sexy despite what he knew was happening. Familiar tension gripped his cock and he fought furiously against it, every fibre of his body taut enough to snap.
Her moans suddenly became higher pitched and the spiralling colour shift spread across her skin as she sank right down on his cock and cried out in ecstasy. The sudden contraction of her vaginal muscles pushed him over the edge and he came explosively inside her. It felt incredible but it just didn't stop, her pussy kept pumping his cock and it kept obliging with more jets of cum. She looked down at him with genuine pleasure as his whole body spasmed in delicious torment. Jack's last thoughts were of pure bliss as Ashlyn's pussy drained him completely. Feeling his last spurt inside her Ashlyn leaned forward, closed his eyes and kissed his forehead tenderly.