A test

John flew up to the mountain in mere seconds.

He was going to walk up Annabeth like a dog if she had managed to regain consciousness.

It would have been a nice surprise, considering the interesting dynamic the blonde girl shared with the ginger one he was going to visit.

"Eh, I can always introduce them later."

'After they are both my fuck toys...'

Once he was close to the top of the mountain, the protective green mist swirling around the peek moved faster and displayed some traumatizing imageries.

"Go Back...Go Back...!"

Multiple horrific faces of various people and monsters popped through the mist, making angry faces and demanding retreat.

Countless limbs grew out and swiped at John, trying to shoo him away or even maim him.

The swirling mist itself would have also provided any regular intruder hallucinations that would mangle their brain in the first thirty seconds.

However, none of the defense mechanisms had any effect on the Ambassador of Chaos.

John laughed at the faces, the limbs always fell short a few inches away from him, and the mist simply parted open once he came close.

"Boring."

John commented with a yawn.

He marched through the entrance of the Oracle's Cave without any trouble whatsoever.

Once he tore out the curtain, concealing the Oracle, he found the exaxt person he was looking for.

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare. The 21st century's Oracle of Delphi."

Rachel flinched when John recited her full name.

Her eyes glowed with a magical green light, indicating herself that the defense mechanisms were still active—they just meant nothing against the man in front of her.

Rachel gulped nervously, cold sweat trickling down as she felt her inevitable demise coming closer.

"But you aren't going to go out without a fight?"

John asked mockingly.

Rachel gritted her teeth.

'Even my thoughts are getting read on real-time! How do I stand up to someone like that?!'

John chuckled and reached forward.

Rachel hurridly stepped back, out of his grip, but then a second later, John was standing right in front of her with his hand around her mouth.

"That's the best part; you don't."

John pulled Rachel close and whispered in her ear.

He let her go after that, but Rachel knew that there was no possible way she could come out on top.

Not only did the Oracle's visions suggested any other possibility, but her human intuition also told her that this man was someone, something far greater and more powerful than the gods she had met.

The more she pondered about it, the more hopeless it seemed.

John simply stood there, waiting with a broad smile as Rachel's expression slowly changed from defiance to despair.

In a span of 5 minutes, Rachel was down on her knees.

"Please, please, Master...I don't want to be broken...please have mercy..."

Rachel begged with tears flowing down her cheeks.

She didn't care that she'd never done anything like this before, or that she'd be betraying all of her friends.

Every future she had forseen were all...terrible.

She didn't want to spend the rest of her life as a breeding ****, a mindless sex doll, or a discarded bitch **** to beg for cum on the streets.

She wanted to live.

John chuckled.

Out of every encounter he had since touching down on earth, almost instantaneous surrender wad a first time occasion.

"Knowing what happens in the future isn't always fun, is it?

Sometimes, it only shows you what kind of disasters you are going to face no matter what."

He said softly, wiping a tear from Rachel's cheeks.

Rachel hiccuped, unable to control her emotions.

She couldn't understand what John's intentions were, nor did she dared to guess.

All she did was be afraid of him and beg for mercy—the two things John didn't have any reason to tamper with.

"Hmm...what to do..."

John rubbed his chin, walking in circles around the trembling victim.

Of course, he had no intention to let her go; he had already sealed his mind on breaking this ginger completely.

The important question was the method; if he simply wanted a broken bitch, he could do that with a snap of his fingers.

Since Rachel was such a rare occurrence, John wanted to test where her limit was.

"Alright then, since you've asked so nicely, I'll give you a test."

"A-a test?"

Rachel perked up immediately.

This was already nothing like any of the visions she had seen. Parhaps there was a way to escape this situation unscathed.

John internally smirked.

He itched to stash out the rekindled hope within Rachel and watch it crumble around her at the front row.

In fact, he didn't see a reason why not to take Rachel now.

Of course, John did intend to play with her as well.

However, that didn't mean he couldn't get a taste of her before taking his grand prize.

John snapped his fingers with a bit more concentration than ususal, and the entire world went still.

He walked through the frozen world as if he was wading through a patch of swamp and dropped his pants in front of Rachel.

"Ahh..."

John groaned from the back of his throat as his massive erection **** apart Rachel's tight lips.

During his Immobility Spell was active, everything had strong inertia to stay exactly as they were.

Obviously, it was possible for John to **** things to move, or else he would be stuck on place.

But even for him, it took him some efforts to get things done, which was why his walk cycle was odd, or why Rachel's mouth was one of the tightest holes he have used.

"Fucking hell..."

John grunted as the soft pair of lips tried to return to their original state, inadvertently squeezing the cock between them as airtight as possible.

He grabbed a fistful of ginger hair and thrusted his hips back and forth, nailing deeper and deeper inside Rachel's throat with each thrust to the throat.

Glurk, glurk...Glurk!

Although her body was immobilized, Rachel's body retained all of their functions, meaning that she would gag each time the massive cock scraped the back of her throat.

After a few minutes of silent pumping back and forth, John felt the tightest ona-hole he had ever used bringing him close to climax.

"Take it all in your mouth, you bitch!"

John let out a loud, low growl like a wolf congratulating a successful hunt.

His seed poured into Rachel's mouth and throat.

Most of them traveled straight into her stomach, but some overflowed and burst out of her mouth, dotting on her tits.

John fucked Rachel's mouth a few more times as his cock spread rope after rope of cum into Rachel.

When he finally pulled out, moew cum dribbled from Rachel's mouth.

The man seed pooled in between the big tits of hers, forming a small pond on her cleavage.

John wiped his cock clean using Rachel's face and hair, further messing it up than before.

He would have prefered to leave her in this disheveled look, but John decided it wouldn't be nice of him to ruin the surprise for Rachel.

With a snap of his hand, the virile juices all over Rachel vanished and re-appeared inside her womb, fertilizing the stagnant Oracle.

Then with another snap, John lifted the Immobility Spell.

"Haah...ah?"

Rachel gasped, confused from the sudden bad taste in her mouth.

She especially felt discomfort at the lips and the back of her throat, both feeling like someone violently **** them apart.

"Yes, test."

John said, continuing the conversation as if nothing happened.

Rachel immediately snapped her attention to him, thinking that this was potentially her once chance to escape this hell.

John flicked his hand.

The cave ground carved around Rachel, forming a circle in a 5ft diameter with her kneeling in the middle.

"The test will be you not leaving the perimeter I've set up, until I say you are done.

You also need to complete any order I give you—obviously, I won't **** you to leave the perimeter. All clear?"

Rachel slowly nodded, wary of what dastardly situations John would set up to make her leave the circle.

With the rules set, John clapped his hand with a wide grin.

Rachel gasped in shock when someone appeared right next to John.

"Mom!?"

Wearing nothing but her household clothes, Mrs. Dare jumped as she was suddenly in a completely different setting.

"R-Rachel?! What is—"

Then, John snapped his fingers and a red ball gag came into existence in her mouth, taking away her ability to talk.

"Ernfgh?!"

Mrs. Rachel yelped in pain as a hand yanked her hair from the back.

She tried to look back, only for the person to whisper in her ear:

"Don't turn back."

There weren't threats of any kind, yet the MILF found heeself unable to turn her head backwards anymore.

All she could do was stare front, where her daughter was trembling with fear at what's to come.

And in one fell swoop, John tore off the dress of Mrs. Dare, leaving her bare-skinned.

"Mmmnpgh!!"

Mrs. Dare screamed and tried to escape, but John's iron grip didn't let go of her hair.

On the contrary, he roughly yanked the mature woman to the side of the cave and **** her to lean against a rocky platform.

"Look at your daughter while I fuck your pussy, bitch! And you keep your eyes on your bitch mom while I teach her who is boss, slut!"

The ginger mother and daughter had **** but to lock eyes on each other as John slapped his erection on Mrs. Dare's ass.

"Hnnmgph!!!"

The former screamed as a huge cock plunged deep inside her.

It was at least twice larger than her husband's, and it was years since they had actually shared a bed together.

"Fuck, I can't believe you're a married woman, bitch!"

John grunted, pumping in and out of the tight pussy.

His hands worked up her body and grabbed the juicy melon tits and squeezed them hard.

Mrs. Dare wailed and sobbed as a stranger violated her out of context.

Her mortal mindset couldn't understand what was going on or why, and she wanted to believe it was all a horrible nightmare.

John read through Mrs. Dare's mind and cackled.

"Wish all you want, bitch. Dream or not, I'm the only one that matters in this world!"

With a roar, John shoved his cock inside the MILF and sprayed her inside with his semen.

"Hnnnmgph!!"

Mrs. Dare screamed, but this wasn't derived from fear or pain.

As the warm, thick cum filled up her insides, she felt a rush of pleasure run through her body.

She howled again as a burst of pleasure ran up back, climaxing for the first time in years due to her workaholic husband.

Her eyes rolled upwards and as John let her go, Mrs. Dare flopped tits-first onto the floor.

"Oooh...ohhh...gods..."

As soon as the red ball gag vanished from her mouth, the married mother moaned like a whore on the streets, subconsciously rubbing her clit against the surface of the cave.

Through her hazy gaze, she saw her daughter crying and trembling as her master approached her.

"Ah..."

Rachel stared at the massive cock right in front of her eyes.

The love juice from her mother's pussy slowly dripped onto the ground from the glans.

"I need to take a piss."

John said with a smirk.

Rachel's eyes widened, noticing what he was implying.

Her insides twisted with disgust, but the stern gaze from John was enough to push her to go further.

Glurp, golrp...*cough*...gulp, gulp!

Rachel shuddered from repulsion as warm piss trickled into her mouth.

She couldn't dare letting any drop spill in case it brought more harsh punishment, so she swallowed the stream of urine non-stop.

Once his bladder was taken care of, John slapped Rachel across the cheek and motioned at her to turn around.

"Take off your pants."

"Y-Yes Master..."

Rachel pulled off her jeans with difficulty.

The tight pants getting stuck over her fat ass, and it didn't help that her hands were trembling uncontrollably.

It took her several minutes, but Rachel managed to remove the jeans completely. As they slid down to her ankles, the pants vanished into thin air.

"Nice ass, slut."

John smirked.

He rubbed his hand over the bubbly ass, giving them light slaps that made the mounds of flesh jiggle left and right.

"A-ah...ahng..."

Rachel moaned softly as John played with her ass.

She prayed to the gods that this would be the end, but unfortunately, it was far from it.

"Panties off."

Once he got boref of pawing at the ass, John snarled at Rachel.

Rachel tensed, but by now, any resistance felt idiotic.

It didn't take long for her to swipe down the white underwear and revealing her two holes.

"I-is this...to your likings, Master?"

Rachel asked, lightly squatting on the ground so that the Master could see her holes better.

Her face burned with humiliation and her body trembled from the cold breeze of the cave.

John nodded.

His cock having been back to full length some time ago, he gently rubbed it up and down while providing the next harsh conundrum for Rachel.

"Choose who's ass I'm going to fuck: Yours, or your moms."

"Wh-what?!"

Rachel shirked.

She glanced over her shoulder at her mother, who was simply dragged into this for the sake of messing with her.

And now, her once kind and caring mother was laying on the cave floor, her mind shattered by the rough sex.

Too late, Rachel realized that there was no way out of the future she had foreseen for herself.

Whatever path she chose, or whatever choice she made, destiny itself—no, something even greater than the Fates demanded her to submit to John Doe.

More tears fell from Rachel's cheeks as she sobbed.

She couldn't hold back her sadness anymore, knowing that her life was going to be ruined forever by making this choice.

But if the outcome was going to be same, she at least wanted to share the burden with her mother instead of luggaging more on her.

"M-my, asshole...Master. Please fuck my asshole as hard and rough as you want..."

Rachel whispered while **** through tears.

She grabbed a handful of her ass and spread the cheeks wide, promoting her virgin asshole to her soon-to-be owner.

"Very well, then."

John snickered, satisfied by Rachel's submission.

He wasted no time to push her down to the ground and ram up Rachel's ass.

"O-oH MY GoD!"

Rachel screamed loudly as John's erection stretched her anus apart.

Her exotic howls echoed in the cave, followed by soft grunts and a wet slap as John pumped her ass.

It was much tighter than her mother's pussy or her own mouth while immobilized, which was ating alot.

John could feel the velvet walls clamp onto his cock with a vice-like grip as he embedded in each thrust like a nail.

"Fuck! This asshole is something else!"

John huffed. He pounded on Rachel's ass continuously

"Ah! AHhA! HAaH!"

Rachel howled like a rabid dog in heat.

She had never had anything enter through her backdoor, much less something long and thick like John's cock.

"M-muh, my asshh! They're-oooh!! To-o, wide!!"

"You got that right, slut!"

John slapped Rachel's wide cheeks and sped up.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

"I'm cumming!"

John grabbed a handful of Rachel's hair and yanked it back, pulling in as he emptied his balls into her ass.

"Oooh, ooohh...fuuucck..."

Rachel moaned into the ground, feeling the torrent of man seed pouring up her rectum and filling her stomach.

As John let her hair go, Rachel flopped onto the ground with her ass still high up, spouting bubbling cum from her asshole.

"M-Muh, My asshh...ohh...m-my ass...oohh..."

"Very good, slut. That is your ass."

John slapped Rachel on the ass one moee time, making her squeal like a pig as she shuddered.

With another finger snap, he teleported the mother and daughter slaves to his mansion as well.

"Mortals aren't half bad, are they?"

He reminisced to himself as he walked out of the cave.

As much as he enjoyed debauched sex and domination, a peaceful walk down the road was something he could also enjoy.

Besides, what meaning did Chaos have without its counterpart?

"Maybe I should look out for more mortal delicacies from nowon..."

John mused as he walked through the forest.

The sun was slowly setting over the mountian lines, providing a lovely view of the skyline.