The Colony Box Set Page 3

  Placing the razor at his man garden, she shaved away the unclean mess. With each line, pale bright skin was unearthed. Not only did she shave each testicle, his inner ass hair was sheered as well. Next went his chest and underarm hair. Besides legs and head, his body was smooth.

  Mr. Hunter noticed his wife’s vagina was as smooth. The feeling of latex fingers squeezed his balls, as the other pressed his groin inward. Although he’d had a testicle and hernia exam before, he never had four females do it simultaneously.

  The squeezing and pressing felt pleasurable and painful. His eyes remained fixated on his wife. Dylan’s line of sight remained clear; it wasn’t a coincidence. All four male doctors checked her breasts at once. Two of them squeezed and poked the soft tissue, two tweaked and stimulated the nipples.

  With each palpitation, Alexa’s face tightened with lust. Medical kink was just one of her hidden fantasies, though she never expected to experience it. Both doctors squeezed the aureoles, reverberating through her entire body. She jolted, yanking at the cuffs, understanding why she was restrained. Within moments, two thin rods perforated her tiny milk ducts.

  The curvy blond moaned in pressurized pleasure, feeling thin rods invade her glands. Each breast was continuously palpitated and pulsed, checked for any abnormalities or lumps. Her sensations increased with every C-cup groping. The exam ended, though the rods were left in, constantly stimulating her.

  Dylan’s cock swelled another half-inch, already slick with pre-cum. He barely noticed the cotton swab placed at his cock’s opening. His body attempted a failed escape, feeling the probe slide into his tiny slit. Shaking, he couldn’t fight the swab’s descent into his urethra.

  Arriving at its maximum depth, the swab was spun, securing a proper sample. His body trembled, feeling a searing heat brew in his shaft. After its removal, Mr. Hunter refocused on his wife. A metal speculum was entered inside her vagina, gaped wide. Wheeled between her legs, a large microscope probe was slowly entered into her slit. The steel cylinder made her squirm with desirous feelings.

  One male doctor looked inside the eye-scope, slowly examining the cells. As he adjusted the scope, it further extended inside the vaginal tunnel. The curvy blonde’s body tightened, feeling the cold magnifying glass lengthen.

  Mr. Hunter’s attention was diverted from his wife. A latex finger lubed his asshole. Without warning, the masked female’s finger slowly sunk into his dark tunnel. Spun in a circle, her finger examined his tender innards. She pressed his prostate gland, making him cringe.

  After a solid minute of pressure, she withdrew her finger. It was quickly replaced with a thick plastic nozzle. The wide head was attached to a plastic tube and a portable colonic machine. Dylan suddenly understood the meaning of cleanse, knowing a heavy enema was on its way.

  Right before the flood was unleashed, he stared over at Alexa. The speculum and microscope were removed, replaced by an identical anal tube. Another tube filled her vaginal canal.

  A male doctor released the water stream, beginning Alexa’s filling. Both waterfalls entered her holes simultaneously. The horny damsel jolted again, swaying in helpless sexuality.

  At that moment, a water rush also blasted Dylan’s canal. His trapped appendages yanked at the cuffs, straining to break free. The heavy water teased his prostate gland, making his cock throb with greater engorgement.

  One female doctor massaged his sphincter, relaxing and stimulating him. The probe sunk deeper inside. Two doctors rechecked each testicle, and the forth pierced his urethra with a handheld light.

  Twenty long minutes ticked as his belly swelled. The masked doctors pressed on his intestines, making his cock throb. Detecting fullness, a reverse switch was activated. The cleansing process began, removing the water with vacuum suction.

  Like her husband, Alexa writhed around. Her own belly was pressed too, swaying and swelling her breasts in motion, nipples at the bursting point. The rods remained in the lengthening ducts.

  Once fully cleansed, the tubes were removed. The specimen test was next. A female doctor forced two fingers inside Dylan’s primed sphincter. Having never felt such girth, he nearly snapped his bonds.

  The fem doctor’s latex gloves sunk to the knuckle. A second woman massaged his testicles, third milked his penile shaft, and fourth widened his slit, holding a specimen dish for collection.

  As the first doctor pressed upward, his neck strained back into the chair. The sensation inside his anal canal was like friendly fire. A tingling burn crept up his urethra, producing a pool of clear prostate fluid.

  Alexa’s lustful cry out-sounded her husband’s. He tilted his eyes towards her, seeing a doctor’s fingers stimulate her vagina. Reaching his thumb downward, the masked male forced it into her tight ass. Performing a vaginal/rectal, the doctor’s wrist pumped in quick, hard thrusts.

  The hot blond got even hotter. There was enough pleasure secretion to obtain a sampling. However, the doctors wanted a fresher sample. One doctor placed a vibrator over the clit, holding steady. At the other end, two males worked each breast, massaging mammaries with gloved hands. The nipple rods were pumped in mistimed motions.

  Looking over at Dylan for the first time, Alexa got more aroused. The two connected eyes. It was as if a dark fantasy was plucked from her mind, performed for her husband.

  The couple battled ejaculation, though lost the war. Dylan’s prostate was pressed so hard, he could feel it in his head. The sexual sensations were more than he’d ever imagined, ever felt. A man who’d only tried vanilla sex was about to get a scoop of Neapolitan.

  A river of clear pleasure seeped from his cock, as every nerve ending enflamed. Just before eruption, he witnessed Alexa’s finale. Her body writhed in exhaustion, cuffed down.

  She cried out in untapped lust, glimpsing a world of sexual depravity she’d always craved. Her thighs tightened around the doctor’s fingers, choking them of life. Sticky fluid covered them, seeping out of her crowded canal.

  Her forced orgasm triggered Dylan’s past feelings. In his mind, it was Thomas forcing it. Every muscle inside him tightened, as he blasted white satisfaction into the specimen dish. Alexa’s pleasure filled his ears, in unison with spurts of semen from within.

  His anus spasmed with hot pleasure, convulsing with the female doctor’s prostate pumping. The fingers were withdrawn, as the specimen dish was removed. It was overflowing with slippery satisfaction.

  Realizing Alexa’s moans had stopped, Dylan looked over. A doctor collected her secretions onto a cotton swab. He put them inside a bag, sealing it. The couple was cleaned with disinfectant, leaving them shiny and presentable.

  Dylan’s exam was complete, though Alexa had one more. A male doctor wrapped a tape measure around her womanly hips. Another doctor recorded the numbers in a book.

  Dr. Freedmen approached, anxiously awaiting a sign. The set of masked doctors turned to him. First the males nodded in approval. Then the females followed. He nodded back, as two hypodermic needles were unleashed. A male and female doctor approached the worried, restrained patients.

  “What’s this for?” Dylan shouted.

  “You’ll be sedated for the trips totality. Don’t worry, it’s just a security measure. You’ll be redressed in your clothes.”

  A panicked Dylan shouted, “Wait...I’m still not sure. I need more time to think this over!”

  “Mr. Hunter...you’ve signed your life away. There’s nothing left here anymore. We’re your future now,” the therapist informed, nodding at the needle-bearing doctors. Without warning, a male doctor placed a chloroform soaked rag over Alexa’s nose. “It will make this easier,” Dr. Freedmen assured. Not fighting it, the blonde’s voluptuous body slowly relaxed. Her eyes became drowsy, rolling upward. While one doctor held it, another put the hypodermic’s spear into Alexa’s soft neck.

  All Dylan could do was helplessly watch, as his wife drifted into deep sleep. The female doctors approached, as Mr. Hunter’s breathing picked up pace. He pulled his neck away, u
nintentionally giving them a more defined target.

  A chloroform rag was placed over his nose. He tried to hold his breath, though was forced to comply. His willpower faded with each inhalation. The tensed muscles relaxed as his eyes glazed over.

  “Don’t fight destiny,” Dr. Freedmen said. “Embrace it.”

  The needle was entered, plunger pressed, and Dylan’s eyelids fluttered closed. That destiny would soon be revealed.

  Part I-Arrival

  The Present

  The island’s nudist couple approached Dylan and Alexa, firmly fixated upon their eyes. Pleasant smiles decorated their faces, as they said in unison, “Welcome to Aionios...brothers and sisters.”

  Wrapping their arms around the new arrivals, the nudists embraced the couple. Bare flesh pressed against the Hunter’s wet clothes, presenting a moment of awkwardness. After the hugs were administered, an introduction was made. “I am Adam,” the male said.

  “I am Eve,” the female followed.

  Dylan and Alexa looked at each other in odd disbelief. Couldn’t they have tried to be more creative? Dylan told himself. Deciding to ignore the oddness, he spoke first. “I’m...”

  “Dylan,” Eve interrupted. “She is Alexa. We know who you are. We’ll take you to your quarters.”

  Adam and Eve led the way across pristine sands, towards the thick jungle of palms and oaks. “Can I ask you a question first?” Dylan inquired.

  The nudists paused in impatience. “Ask,” Adam said in an annoyed tone. He was obviously no fan of the act.

  “Why are you naked?”

  “Why are you hidden?” Adam retorted.

  He stopped and thought. “It’s what civilized people do.”

  “If your body was meant to be covered, why weren’t you born that way?”

  Dylan paused in thought. “Good point.”

  “Open your mind, Dylan. You’ll soon reject the lies of your past...for the truths of your future,” he said boldly. The nudists led the way forward, as Dylan and Alexa nervously followed.

  Upon entering the tree line, a large electric fence stretched the eye’s span. A mobile gate remained open, leading to a wooden boardwalk. It was the main travel artery through the canopied land.

  As they cleared the fence, the gate crept closed behind them. Dylan’s thoughts ran wild. Is that to keep someone out...or keep us in? Exotic birdcalls echoed through the air, interrupting his skeptical thoughts. Gazing upward, a tree full of red parrots contrasted the lush green.

  Making their way forward, Dylan focused on Eve’s curvy hips and luscious ass. Looking over at Alexa, he followed her gaze to Adam’s muscular behind. As jealous as he was, he acknowledged a craving that was always there. It was a suppressed desire to venture outside his marriage. Although only in his mind, it was as desirous as Alexa’s adultery. I’ve been a hypocrite, he silently thought.

  After a ten-minute walk through pure forest, the sound of running water filled their ears. A clear flowing stream snaked under the boardwalk, leading the way forward. The trickling sound increased with each step, culminating in a roaring gush. Their path turned from shade to sunlight, crossing over one of the island’s gorges.

  Fresh water spilled from solid rock, creating a waterfall. The impressive flow pooled into a dark lagoon. The reflection presented a mirror image of the landscape above.

  “So beautiful!” Alexa proclaimed.

  “Just one of many,” Eve interrupted. “The least beautiful of them all.”

  Alexa smiled like a giddy child. “I can’t wait to see more.”

  Adam cut in. “Reach the next level of cleanliness...you’ll see everything.”

  Alexa’s smile grew brighter, as Dylan’s skeptical expression softened. Her joy made him more apt to adapt. Crossing the gorge bridge, they were taken to a row of lavish huts on the cliff’s edge. They were constructed of solid oak, overlooking the water flow.

  “This is like a vacation,” Alexa beamed. “And to think...we get to live here!”

  Dylan inhaled the fresh air, taking a calming breath. His worry began to dissipate, ready to give the place a chance.

  They were led inside a one-room suite, finding beautiful decor. The bed had a round plush mattress with a large glass window. A view of the waterfall impressed them.

  A food cart awaited them, lit candles and solid steel domes adorned the surface. Adam uncovered two dishes of roast pork with butternut squash. Glass of wine accompanied it. The meal had a rich look, as if prepared from professional chefs.

  “Is this to your satisfaction?” Eve asked.

  “Yes!” Alexa answered for both of them.

  Dylan chimed in, “It’s very nice.”

  “Get comfortable...though not settled. This is only the first stop on a journey. Eat, enjoy each other. We’ll return for an island tour later. Be well, brothers and sisters,” they said, turning to exit.

  “Are we the only ones here?” Dylan asked them.

  “You’ll meet the others soon,” Adam said, trying to mask his distain for questions.

  The nudists exited, as the couple sat down to eat. They shared more conversation in the single meal than years past. The stressful looks melted away as they sipped the wine.

  Afterward, Dylan plopped on the bed, as Alexa gazed out the window. Mr. Hunter turned on the television. An erotic movie was on. “The last couple sure liked their porn,” he said, turning to another channel. There was another adult movie. Then another. Flicking through the channels, he realized there were no other options. “24-7 Playboy TV?” he asked.

  Alexa’s attention turned from the window view, focusing on the TV. A closer examination revealed something arousing to Alexa. “Way too hardcore for Playboy.”

  “I didn’t know you watched.”

  “When I was younger...sneaking it while the parents slept. Since the Internet...I’ve moved on to more...creative things.”

  “I’m starting to realize...we didn’t know each other back home.”

  She gazed into his eyes. “Let’s get to know each other here...now.”

  Suddenly, sounds of loud whipping stole their attention. Looking at the TV, a curvy brunette was hung from the ceiling by her wrists. She was completely nude, bound. A dark haired man hurled a belt at her ass, leaving welt marks across her white skin.

  Dylan changed the channel again, seeing a similarly rough scene. A curvy blond female was face down on the bed, cuffed at wrists and ankles. His hardening cock recalled his restrained wife, in her own adulterous performance.

  The spanking got stronger, making the porn star yank at the straps. Her face was turned sideways, displaying pleasurable tears. Her male partner then spanked her clitoris from behind. Her cries of ecstasy got louder, as she broke into orgasm. He continued flogging her femininity, making her shake and sway.

  Getting up from the bed, he examined the scene closer. He couldn’t believe his eyes. “This can’t be real. Who gets off on being hurt? On hurting someone else? Freaks and sickos.” After a few moments of silence, he caught eyes with his wife. A tear rolled down her cheek. “You do,” he said in realization. The kinkiness she’d experienced with Thomas wasn’t his desire. It was her true nature.

  She reached out, grabbing his cock. It was bulging through his pants. “You do too. So did Thomas,” she said boldly, making him sting with jealous anger. He grabbed her arms, squeezing her tightly.

  “Why the fuck would you say that to me? I told you...I never wanted to hear his name again! Are you trying to force me into violence?”

  She paused, staring deeply into his eyes. “Yes,” she said lustfully.

  They suddenly attacked each other in unleashed passion. Their mouths formed one, swirling in a sauna of sex. Mr. Hunter forced his kiss into the back of Alexa’s throat. They hadn’t French kissed since the affair, sparingly before that.

  In a lustful fit, Dylan tore Alexa’s wet dress down the middle. Her undulating curves spilled out in force. She was without panties and bra, a gift from Dr. Freedmen.
Afterwards, Mr. Hunter froze, rethinking his uncharacteristic aggression.

  Seeing the fear in his eyes, Alexa grabbed his hand, leading it towards her wet hair. She forced him to make a fist. “Thomas did it like this,” she said in daring tease.

  Dylan’s face tightened with anger, pulling her hair violently. “Like that?”

  “Harder! He made me hurt...said you weren’t man enough!”

  Enacting revenge, he yanked it to the edge of her blond roots. Dylan refused to stop until she cringed in defeat. Once she capitulated, he flung the sexy siren onto the mattress. She landed on her stomach, face down. Wow, she silently thought. He’s actually taking control. He’s actually turning me on.

  Walking over to her, he looked like a man with a vendetta. Years of pent up frustration surfaced. Gazing down, he noticed the black straps from the TV porno. They were tucked into the bed. Pulling one out, he examined a leather cuff. Looking at the bedposts, there was one at every corner.

  Another vision entered his mind from the adulterous day. He could still see his cheating wife restrained by his best friend. The straps were identical, thanks to the therapist’s attention to detail.

  Alexa started to rise as Dylan surged with anger. He gripped his blond wife’s ankle, pulling her down to the bed’s edge. She crashed into the plush mattress, flat upon her breasts. Before she knew it, her ankle was locked in a black cuff.

  She gasped, feeling him secure the other one. Her legs were spread wide. After the wrists were cuffed, she was in the hands of her husband. She suddenly saw Dylan in a new light, gaining a respect for a newborn sexual authority.

  He climbed on her back, leaning inward to bite on her neck. The vengeance on his breath gives her chills. A moan sounded from the TV, stealing his attention. Looking over, he watched the porn star spanked on all fours. She moaned in pain, though the look on her face was of pleasure. A thought clogged Dylan’s head. If she wants to be dominated...then I’ll be the man to do it!