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  The Colony

  Box Set

  by

  J.D. Grayson

  80,000 words

  The Colony: Box Set

  Copyright © 2013-2014 by J.D Grayson

  Table of Contents

  PART I-ARRIVAL

  Part I-Prologue

  Part I-The Chosen

  Part I-Dead or Alive?

  Part I-Arrival

  Part I-The Second Step

  PART II-TEMPTATION

  Part II-Prologue

  Part II-Rebirth

  Part II-Paradox Poisoning

  Part II-Sacrifice

  Part II-Temptation

  PART III-PROPHECY

  Part III-Prologue

  Part III-To Kill or Not

  Part III-Puppets

  Part III-Prophecy

  Part III-Truth

  PART IV-ADDICTS

  Part IV-Prologue

  Part IV-The Delivery

  Part IV-Reunion

  Part IV-Awakenings

  Part IV-Boom

  Part IV-Sacrifice

  Part IV-Epilogue

  Other Books

  About the Author

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  All characters depicted in this fictional work are 18 years of age or older. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner without written permission from the author.

  The Colony

  Part I: Arrival

  Part I-Prologue

  White clouds and blue sky contrasted like tropical glaciers. A lavish water-plane glided through air like a sea-bound bird. It landed upon emerald waters which glistened like jewel beds.

  Dylan and Alexa Hunter slept inside the plane. The pilot aroused them with smelling salts, ending a heavily sedated state. Once the plane’s doors opened, 75-degree air revived the couples’ lungs. They inhaled the salty aroma with renewed life.

  A muscular Dylan wore a suit and tie, typical for a businessman on Monday. The feminine Alexa wore a fancy black dress, displaying unending curves. They both bared model-like beauty, worthy of fashion runways. Though, their current destination was no such place.

  Stepping to the door’s edge, the couple gazed down at the water. Then, they looked towards a white-sanded shore. Dylan asked the impatient pilot, “Where are we...exactly?”

  The scruffy man cringed. “You’re home...that’s all you need to know. I wouldn’t ask that question again. It won’t be welcomed around here.”

  An uneasy look occupied the couple. Dylan asked another question. “What now?”

  “Jump in,” the pilot answered.

  Alexa’s mouth opened in shock. “In the water? But our clothes will get ruined!”

  The pilot laughed, letting the newbies stew in naiveté. “You won’t be needing them anymore.”

  Dylan’s face tightened. "Why not?"

  The pilot’s impatience reached its peak. "I said...you won't be needing them anymore."

  Dylan and Alexa stared at each other, jointly wondering, Did we make a mistake? Before they could vocalize the thought, the pilot’s calloused hands shoved them out. They spilled into the tranquil sea. Going under, they emerged from the clear waters like baptized dolphins.

  Taking another confused look at each other, they turned towards the shore. There was no way to go than towards land. Having signed their possessions away, they owned each other, nothing else.

  After a long pause, Alexa extended her hand. Dylan paused longer, eventually grasping it. They chose to move forward, venturing into a land unknown. Whatever awaited them was a mystery.

  Their first step puffed muddy sand, soothing their feet. The pattern repeated itself with each forward progression. Every inch broke the calm waters into perfect ripples. Approaching the island’s north side, they entered an open, horseshoe-shaped cove.

  The couple paused to admire the surrounding mountain range, encircling the ten-mile island. The volcanic plugs bared resemblance to St. Lucia’s Pitons rocks, though more numerous. The natural skyscrapers barred outside eyes from peering in. However, the island authority saw the outside world with ease.

  Beyond the beach, shaded sandy-soiled forests awaited. Tropical palms and imposing oaks contrasted the bleached shoreline. Rock gorges and natural springs flowed throughout the inner landscape.

  As they arrived at the island’s outer band, vivid fluorescents popped with flashes of brilliance. The aqua waters tinted the couples’ radiant eye colors. Dylan’s was navy blue, Alexa’s a lighter pastel.

  The first sign of humanity came into view. From afar, Dylan and Alexa assumed their eyes betrayed them. Once they stepped on shore, living proof approached. A nude couple calmly walked forward, also hand in hand.

  Their natural appearance was limited to the skin they were born in. No accessories decorated their bodies; a golden glisten was loaned by the sun. The male had tar black hair, a firm tanned body and brown eyes. His counterpart had blond hair with blue eyes, lighter skin and natural curves. They were free from body hair. However, their beauty couldn’t outshine the sexy new arrivals.

  Claiming a foothold upon dry sand, Mr. and Mrs. Hunter paused in shock. “Is this a nudist colony?” Alexa whispered in discomfort.

  Dylan exhaled deeply. “All I know is what we were told. Though I get the feeling...it's much more than that.”

  The nude couple approached them, staring deeply into their eyes. They spoke in unison, “Welcome to Aionios.”

  Part I-The Chosen

  24 Hours Earlier

  Dylan Hunter stood on the edge of Golden Gate Bridge. His feet teetered upon the red railing, swaying between life and death. Holding onto the massive cables, he focused on an attached blue sign. It read, Crisis Counseling: There is hope, make the call.

  “Hope? There's no hope left for me! There's no one left to call! She betrayed me for the last fucking time!" the 6-foot, muscular brunette shouted angrily. Taking a breathless swig of vodka, he cringed. It sailed down his throat like liquid fire. Afterward, he tossed the bottle into foggy depths, laughing like a madman at a funeral.

  His voice echoed across low-lying clouds, giving him the presence of twenty men. Ironically, it was the most power he'd felt in his 30 years of life. The clouds were so low, they masked the chilled bay waters below. They also shielded his presence from passing cars.

  City lights filtered through the condensation. Tones of red and gold painted the fog, mocking the comforting arms of heaven. In reality, a 245-foot drop awaited him. At that height, his body would crash through humid air in 4 seconds, smacking cold water at 75 miles per hour. One quick plunge would end years of slow torture.

  He would be one of 1500 to leap off that bridge, many nameless and forgotten. Dylan hoped to disappear, never being found. Such an end would match the loneliness in his heart. Such a vengeful act would send a message his wife would never forget.

  Staring downward, he mustered the courage to jump. He summoned the man who thought suicide cowardly, punishing him with factual finality. Of course, that man was just a hollow ghost. He was an empty projection of good times, before his wife's adultery. It was before she promised to stop lying, before he lost all reason to live.

  Even at death's doorstep, he was tormented by a symbol of his humiliating past. Dylan Hunter had an erection. Tears of desperation suddenly streamed down his face, remembering flashes of his best friend's betrayal. "One last time," he dared himself. Shutting his eyes, he drifted into a realm of tortuous temptation. He rewound his thoughts to the day his life changed.

  His mind traveled back five years, though it was so raw, it could’ve been yesterday. Dylan
had approached his best friend Thomas' home. Alexa was at work with no reason to be AWOL. He intended to mend a friendship, which went unexplainably cold.

  That was when his earth cracked. Alexa’s BMW reflected off his eyeballs, snug in Thomas’ driveway. He parked down the street, creeping towards a home he’d known so well. It was a friendship he thought he knew well.

  Arriving at the door, he reached under the floor mat, feeling for a spare key. It was gone. Noticing the unlatched door, he wouldn't need it. Whoever closed it was in a hurry; they’d obviously had their hands full.

  Quietly creaking the door open, he feared what his eyes would see. Unfortunately, his ears would be assaulted first. Lustful feminine moans penetrated his heart. Swallowing hard, he slowly approached the master bedroom.

  Upon arrival, his reflection shined in a hallway mirror. I've lost my appeal, he silently thought. In reality, it was the exact opposite. He got better looking with age, though his confidence had gotten uglier.

  Hoping to find an answer, Dylan placed his ear to the bedroom door. The moans got louder, vibrating his eardrums. It's not Alexa’s voice, he quietly lied to himself, preparing to leave. That's when the air-conditioned breeze huffed the door ajar. Within moments, lies were disproven by a slit of sight.

  His best friend, Thomas, wrapped Alexa Hunter in his arms. The angelic, curvy blond glowed in a beam of window light. She kissed her muscular lover passionately, their tongues dancing an adulterous Mamba. The gently opened door went unnoticed, too consumed by their play.

  Dylan’s heart thumped against his chest. The first thought to enter his mind was, she’s never kissed me like that. Their heat got hotter by the moment. Thomas bit Alexa’s bottom lip, taking hold with his teeth.

  Yanking away, he took his aggression to her neck. First he sucked on the most sensitive skin. Right before a hickey formed, he gnawed into her flesh like a fanged beast.

  Watching from the tiny slit of doorway, Dylan’s anger spread like forest fire in drought. The longer he raged, the more his core melted. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t look away. He watched his curvy wife tossed onto the bed.

  Is she hurt? Dylan wondered, having never dared handle her like that. His answer came in her wanting expression. She thrust her skirted legs open, revealing a high riding thong.

  Dropping to his knees, Thomas dove between her soft thighs. Alexa’s head dipped back, feeling her lover’s teeth nibble upon covered flesh. Taking hold of the cloth, he nipped her throbbing clit along the way. Thomas’ head flung backward, removing the black lingerie with him. Before it cleared her ankles, the stud tore the panty bands in two.

  The adulterous male pulled off his jeans, as Alexa Hunter removed her shirt. Braless C-cups spilled out. Her husband Dylan gasped in shock. Who is this woman? He asked himself. My wife always wears a bra.

  His shock grew, seeing her lunge for his friend’s 7-inch cock. The cum-starved seductress begged to blow her lover. “Fuck my mouth...now!” Wrapping her pouty lips around Thomas’ offering, she squeezed his balls with her hand.

  As it was swallowed deeper, Thomas gripped a handful of Alexa’s golden hair, forcing her to his cock’s base. She gagged violently, though refused to stop. A sweet flow of saliva sailed down the penile shaft, parting manly marbles.

  She’ll suffocate! She can’t handle that! Dylan thought. Her throat proved otherwise, adapting to new limits. She expertly continued, reaching between her legs, rubbing herself in unison with the head thrusts. Moving at blazing speed, her warm mouth united with the lover’s offering.

  Still biting the thong in his teeth, Thomas had another plan for the garment. Removing his slick cock from her orifice, he gagged her with the torn black silk. Dragging her towards the headboard by her hair, Thomas forced her arm outward.

  She put up little fight, letting him cuff her wrists and ankles to secured straps. Clearly, it wasn’t the first time they’d used them. Alexa accepted her willing captivity, giving all control to her master.

  Removing his shirt, Thomas climbed atop his mistress. With her skirt still on, he lifted it around her hips, draping the luscious curves. Spreading her puffy vaginal lips with his thumbs, he buried his face into her soaked snatch.

  His tongue darted in and out of her juice box, fucking her with it. He rammed her, tapping a sweet spring that bathed his face. Moving upward, he swirled circles upon the clitoris. A tickling sensation trickled through Alexa’s body, teased by a constant flickering.

  As Thomas sucked her sensitive button, her arms naturally worked the restraints. Using two fingers, he opened her with ease. The harder he sucked her clit, the deeper he digitally penetrated her. In moments, her body rumbled like fireworks in a thunderstorm. Her convulsions refused to stop, much like her lover.

  The longer it continued, the more humiliated Dylan felt. The voyeur felt ill, yet desirous. He wanted to punch his friend, fuck his wife. A million emotions clogged his heart. She never came like that with me. Why would she want to be tied up?

  As Alexa's quake calmed, Thomas rose to his knees. Aiming his 7-inch cock at her honey hole, he thrust deep inside her velvet tunnel. Although Dylan was longer and wider at 9-inches, his wife’s reaction indicated the opposite. Watching in disbelief, he didn’t realize that pleasure wasn’t about penis size, but edge and passion.

  Thomas disappeared into her hidden lair. A merciless pumping began, as Alexa’s body jolted with each deepening of the drill. The way her lover’s cock crashed inside, awakened her primal desire to be ravished, taken by force.

  Her fantasies were absent the slow sensuality of her husband. She wanted it hard, fast, rough and kinky. Alexa chose Dylan for reasons of financial security, future fatherhood. He wasn't mentally strong enough for such sexual debauchery. At least, he didn’t think so.

  As the hardest thrust landed, Alexa’s vaginal muscles tightened in a viselike grip. Feeling his cock choked, Thomas grabbed her throat, choking her back. Wrapping his hand around it, he squeezed tightly.

  Shaking in chivalry, Dylan worried his wife would be strangled to death. He wanted to save her from his fiendish friend. Instead, he opened his pants, rescuing a raging hard-on. It was like Alexa’s hidden darkness infected him, a terrifying prospect. He was too young to grow, too old to change. The frightening feeling would only survive the moment. After that day, it'd be buried deeper.

  Dylan Hunter stroked in staccato rhythm with the cheaters. He watched his friend pound his bound wife, choking her harder with each blow. Imagining himself in command, he reached out, pretending to grasp Alexa’s throat.

  As traumatic as it was for Mr. Hunter, it was the next act that destroyed their marriage. Keeping his hand on her throat, the adulterer withdrew his slick cock. Sliding downward, he felt her virgin asshole tighten with fright. She’d previously begged Dylan to deflower her, he refused. Her lover didn’t need to be asked.

  Feeling it eased inside, the curvy blond bit down on her panty gag. Forced to relax her sphincter, she let him claim her anal cherry. Fighting forward, Thomas’ cock passed the anal ring, exploring uncharted territory.

  Stimulated beyond belief, Alexa embraced the violent sensation. Her anal flume heated up, chafed with each inward thrust. Feeling her anal tension around his cock, Thomas’ testicles tightened and tensed in unison.

  Her gagged moans muffled through the stuffed panties. To hear her pleasure cries better, Thomas removed the gag. The increase in volume heightened intensity. Connecting eyes, the anal invasion increased in speed and depth. As he reached her colon, she hit a sexual zone. In a trance of lust, she shouted, “Smother me!”

  Dylan gasped in disbelief. As shocked as he was at his wife’s hidden edge, it had reached a level of true danger. My wife can’t be this...dark. It must be him...he’s brainwashed her! It’ll go away...when he does!

  Although Thomas never received such a request, he was happy to comply. Gripping a feather pillow, the aggressive man covered her face. All air ceased from the beautiful blond. Cont
inuing to pound her ass, he pressed hard upon the forced mask. The less oxygen Alexa was able to get, the more she tingled with pleasure.

  Feeling her body quiver beneath him, Thomas claimed her ass without mercy. At that moment, Dylan’s body began to shake too. He was about to attack his friend, a natural need to protect his wife. Though suddenly, he recalled, She asked for this. Mr. Hunter’s heart broke, as his wife’s shakes transformed into quakes of desperate lust.

  Keeping the pillow mask on her, Thomas waited until her body began to still. He removed the pillow, seeing Alexa’s eyes in a rolling pattern. She gasped for breath, returning to full-consciousness. Then, she slowly unleashed a satisfied smile.

  Having had his fill of asshole, Thomas withdrew. Without warning, he slid back inside her fresh orchid. His vaginal pounding was as hard as the anal, quick and merciless. Seeing her face tighten in pleasure, he realized she was about to break again. He returned the grip upon her throat.

  Her body trembled like the possessed. Thomas joined her satisfaction, spraying his seed inside the fertile woman. A body like hers was built for breeding. At that time, she was only 23, never believing 5 more childless years would pass.

  Seeing them cum, a concoction of lust and jealousy fueled Dylan’s potion. His eyes shut, lids fluttered. The harder his hand tightened, the more his cock swelled. He erupted, forcing a series of audible grunts and moans.

  A sea of sperm shot from his long, thick cock. He felt a sensation so sharp and hot, the loss of his virginity was reenacted. A tingling fire rose from his testicles, squirting continuous loads onto his friend’s wooden floors.

  With each new spurt, a deeper humiliation overtook him. Feelings of worthlessness settled into his heart and soul. At that moment, Dylan Hunter's life ceased. He'd never find it again. It would have to find him.

  “Dylan?” Alexis’ shocked voice interrupted him. His closed eyes opened to a horrific sight. An embarrassed Dylan Hunter watched the naked couple stare from the bed. Alexa started to cry, seeing the pain on her husband's face. The look on Thomas’ face was the opposite. It was one of arrogance, conquered property.