You learn what’s up

It’s been 3 days since a hood was put over your head and you’ve been **** from your club. You couldn’t see anything through the hood, but you could clearly make out from the noises around you that you’ve been put on a plane and transported to another location far from home. When the hood was finally removed, you found yourself clad in an orange jumpsuit inside a windowless cell with white walls and white painted steel furniture that were tightly bolted to the floor. There was a toilet, a bed, a desk and chair, and nothing else.

When you first got here, you tried to think of what you might have done to piss the government off. You’ve never messed with underage girls, and you’ve always paid your taxes. Despite running a criminal enterprise, you’ve only focused on gambling and prostitution and always made it a point to steer far away from ****. You’ve also been extra careful to avoid crossing paths with the various self-righteous do-gooder, costumed freaks that seems to be everywhere these days.

In the end, you couldn’t figure out anything. Was it just all bad luck?

Despite the very spartan accommodations, your captors fed you well. Your meals were always delivered to your cell under heavy guard. Much to your frustration, your handlers were always big brutish men. You wondered if it’s because your captors knew of your ability or just have outdated sexist hiring practices.

In any case, after three days, you finally got to meet a female face to face. Unfortunately however, it was that bitch, Catheryn Fairchild, who imprisoned you here in the first place.

You were escorted out of your cell and brought to another all-white room with nothing but a table with two chairs across from each other. The woman Catheryn was seated on one side of the table while your ass was shoved onto the other. Your hands were then cuffed to steel brackets on the desk in front of you, while your ankles were chained to similar brackets bolted into the floor.

Your escorts then left the room and shut the heavy reinforced door behind them.

“Are all these restraints necessary?” You grumbled, “I’m not superman, you know?”

Catheryn smiled. “A temporary measure, John, I assure you. We can’t have you running around just yet. Not until you’ve heard what I have to say.”

Seeing no other way out of your predicament, you let out a defeated sigh. “Fine. Let’s talk,” you said.

“Good,” Catheryn replied. She flipped open a folder on the table before her which you hadn’t noticed before. “John Mercedes, 26 years old... Born Jonathan Mercer from Colombus, Ohio. Father unknown. Mother, deceased. Joined the army at 17. Turned out to be an extremely promising recruit. Was fast tracked through the army’s special forces program. Dishonorably discharged and court-martialed at 23 for desertion and running a prostitution ring… in Kabul of all places.”

You can’t help but smirk. “A lot of pent up desires in that country,” you said.

“Probably,” Catheryn replied, nonchalantly shutting the folder, “But here’s what’s not on record. You were part of a security attache for an archeological dig team sent in by the CIA. They uncovered something in the mountains of Afghanistan. Something ancient. Something… alive.”

You swallowed dryly.

“The site of interest was subsequently lost to an earthquake and the entire expedition team was MIA.”

“Hmmm, is that so?” You asked, “How can you be sure? With there being no records and all.”

“We live in an age where people run around in colorful tights and defy physics on a daily basis. There are many non-conventional ways to find things out, John.”

“Right. So what’s this got to do with me?”

Catheryn placed her hand under her chin suggestively as she leaned forwards on her elbow. “What do you know of Rizzgodl, John?”

“I know that it’s a weird ass name.”

“You’ve seen it, haven’t you?”

“Seen… it?”

“The creeping cancer of carnal corruption. The wanton worm god burrowing into infinite worlds. The eternal lord of prime lust. The daemonic dragon of divine depravity. Its name, Rizzgodl.”

You felt a sharp pain split into your skull. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you mumbled as you winced.

“What happened in Afghanistan, John?”

You took a deep breath and chuckled. “I looked around at all the **** and destruction wrought and decided that I’d much rather we all be fucking instead. Aaand… also make a few bucks in the process. Capitalism, amirite?

“And you found that you had the power to do so?” Cathryn asked.

You sighed in resignation. “Yeah. Like it was second nature.”

“Interesting,” Catheryn said.

A moment of silence passed between the both of you as Catheryn seemed to be deep in thought.

“You are a blessed man, John,” Catheryn suddenly said.

“What?”

“You’ve been touched by a divine power. One that I and my colleagues and predecessors have been searching and hoping to contact for a very long time. We’ve scoured the earth for generations for clues to do so.”

“Your colleagues? The US government?”

“I work for the government John, but I serve a higher purpose,” Catheryn said.

“What? Like the illuminati?” You said with a chuckle.

“Something like that,” Catheryn said as she stood up from her seat. “What I am about to tell you is a personal secret. I am part of an organization called HYDRA. We’ve infiltrated almost every level of the US government. The goal of HYDRA is to take over all the governments of the world and unite it under one rule in order to better progress the human race. So you’re right, we’re something like the illuminati of myth.”

“You’re kidding…” you said. However, from the look on Catheryn’s face, you could tell that she was deadly serious.

“Well, that’s the official aim of HYDRA on paper anyway,” Catheryn said, “However, I’m affiliated with a specific schism within the HYDRA organization who possess slightly different goals. We still aim to conquer the world, but we do so in the name of a higher power - the god of endless corrupting, depraving tentacles. The one true Hydra. Rizzgodl.”

“Uhuh… so you’re a religious nut within a fascist organization,” you replied. “Christ, I’m in a nuthouse aren’t I?”

Catheryn smirked, “Well we do hold many of the criminally insane within these walls…” She walked over to your side of the table. To your surprise, Catheryn suddenly produced a handheld electronic device and proceeded to press on one of its buttons. The magnetic locks on your wrist and ankle cuffs immediately let out a sharp beep and then disengaged. You immediately shed your cuffs and massaged your wrists as you eyed the beautiful golden-haired, green-eyed woman warily.

Catheryn backed against the edge of the table before you and sat on it. To your delight, she started pulling up her formal skirt before spreading her long, beautifully sculpted legs, baring her see-through black-lace panties which did little to hide her glistening, smoothly-waxed, pink pussy behind the thin, sheer material. “I know you have a lot of questions, and we have much to talk about,” Catheryn said huskily, “But I much rather start off speaking our common language, wouldn’t you agree?”

You stared at the tantalizing sight before you and grinned. “I can’t say I find that disagreeable,” you said as you got up from your chair.

You felt your cock quickly harden under your orange prison jumpsuit. It must have had quite an effect against the fabric, because Catheryn's sultry green eyes immediately dropped to your crotch. She bit her lower lip sexily as her breathing visibly picked up and her cheeks flushed from obvious excitement.

“So…” you muttered as you raised your arms and stretched, “I can’t say I get all the secret society and world domination stuff, but the gist of all that is, I’m your god?”

“You’re the chosen one,” Catheryn replied as she skipped off the table and stepped up before you. She placed her hands on your hard body and started exploring. “More like the son of god.”

“So I’m Sex-Jesus… Got it.”

“Mmmhmm…” Catheryn said. She was already panting as she worked to unbutton the front of your jumpsuit.

As soon as it was loose, the orange jumpsuit slipped off your body to reveal your cut body in nothing but a pair of dark blue briefs, which seemed critically stretched to its seams from struggling to contain your massive erection.

Catheryn dropped to her knees, her face flushed hot-red and her eyes locked hungrily at the bulge in your underwear. “At last….” She said in a trembling whisper. She reached forth and gently pulled down your briefs, allowing your massive cock to spring free.

“My god… It’s beautiful!” Catheryn gasped. Her green eyes were wide with awe and reverence as she beheld the massive cunt destroyer bobbing before her.

You chuckled, “That’s what they all say,” you said as you reached down and pulled Catheryn’s head forwards to nestle her heavily flushed face against the underside your cock. You could feel her labored, furious hot breath on your balls and felt her tremble with euphoria from the direct contact with your cock and balls.

“Is it what you hoped?” You asked teasingly.

“It’s beyond my greatest imagination. S-such power…” Catheryn panted, “Please… my Lord…. Let me worship you.”

“Mmmmm… you may,” you replied.

“I am eternally grateful,” Catheryn moaned. She stuck out her tongue and started running back and forth the underside of your cock while lovingly rubbing her hot lips on your hard shaft. After having her fill of that, she grabbed your cock and directed the fat tip between her pouty lips before suckling sloppily on the crown of your cock.

“It’ll take some work, but you’ll make a fine cock-holster,” you said. “Did you say you are a U.S. Senator?”

“Yes my Lord….” Catheryn panted as she pulled back and gazed up at you lovingly, “My power and position is at your disposal. Use me. Shape me. Reforge me as your depraved little sex puppet. It is my highest purpose. It is every woman’s highest purpose.”

“Shit, you got a way with words, I’ll give you that. I think I’ll keep you...”

“Thank you, my Lord!” Catheryn exclaimed, “I wish only to serve and to be a footstool to elevate you to your destiny.”

“Hmmm, okay, maybe too much words. Kinda kills the vibe,” you said with a chuckle, “Now bend over the desk, fuckmeat. And present your fuck-socket.”

“Yes, my lord,” Catheryn replied excitedly. She immediately got up and pulled her skirt over her fit, sculpted ass before bending over on the desk. She reached under her between her thighs and pulled her flimsy sheer thong aside, baring her delectable, smooth-waxed, tight pink pussy. “It’s all yours, my lord,” she panted as she parted her drippy pink labia with her fingers.

“Oh yeah, you’re one fine bitch,” you said as you stepped up behind her plopped your big cock down on her ass.

Catheryn moaned and gyrated her hips impatiently.

You adjusted your angle and nudged the tip of your cock against Catheryn’s flushed pussy, making her hiss with anticipation.

“Ohhhh!” Catheryn moaned, arching her back as while you stretched open her tight pink slit and slowly stabbed your hard, throbbing cock into the blonde beauty’s hot, vise-like, cunt.

“Ohh yessss! Yessyesyesyessss… Take me, my master!” Catheryn moaned.

You grabbed the beauty’s shapely hips and proceeded to pound her, driving the woman wild with pleasure. She clawed on the metal table and moaned madly with gratification as your cock reshaped her pussy into its ideal sheathe.

Ten minutes of wanton fucking later, you grunted in satisfaction and inseminated Catheryn deeply.

It took a few minutes to come down from your high, upon which, you slid your cock out of Catheryn’s lovely pussy.

Glancing down at the panting woman’s delightfully fit bubble butt, you gave her right ass-cheek a playful slap. “I like the way you negotiate,” you said, “Now we can talk.”