Imagine

[Master_Kira]

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It had been two thousand years since the dark times, the times of evil when man had created many an invention and lived solely for himself, a time before the councils, and a time when the word I ran rampant through the land, a word that up until a few short years ago would have gotten you burned in front of your brothers and sister.

The time of We was a darker time then before the great catastrophe that destroyed the time of darkness, men would be born and immaculately in the home of the baby, until the age of five where they would be placed in the home of the student where they would remain until the age of fifteen. Then they would be placed in front of the grand council and be given a job, a job they would use to help their fellow man. They would work here everyday for the next twenty-five years, until they hit the age of forty. Then they were sent to the home of the useless, where they would be lucky to live past the ripe old age of forty-five.

This was the pattern until Equality-2876 was born, he grew up as one of the smartest and tallest men in his city. No matter how hard he tried, he was also the brightest, and was lashed many times for this sin. He always secretly hoped to be sent to the council of the scholars, but on the day that he was given his job, he was sent to the home of the street sweepers. He worked there for many years content with serving his fellow man, until he came across a hole from the dark times, he slowly become obsessed with the hole and would sneak out there and experiment there, eventually rediscovering how to control electricity. For this he was sentenced to death, but ran away to the uncharted forest where he lived for many years, still learning, learning until he could liberate man. With the help of some rebels he met, at the age of twenty five he overthrew the councils of the world and established himself as king of the world. The first few years were peaceful, but slowly the power corrupted him, until it lead him in search of a slave, a slave to serve his every need.

Prometheus traveled a village far from his home castle, in the lands of the fishermen (New England) in mid-winter, the snow crunched under his feet with every step, leaving the mark of his heavy boot behind him, his crimson red cape rode just above the snow, his deep black hair shaved near bald is covered by his crown. Having heard a rumor that the best women are here, he had left his home in the Land of God (England) in search of one who is suitable to become his first slave, his first toy since he was born.

he comes across a house, the light fading over the peaks of a group of mountains, and knocks on the door, and once it opens, he demands food a board for the next three nights, which are of course granted by the poor widowed merchant.

 

[cayleigh]

Mercy. In the solitude of her mind, she'd been calling herself by the name for years. Her father still referred to her by the series of numbers that she'd despised since she was old enough to understand that everyone had a set just like them. Yes, technically the time of "we" was over and it was no longer outlawed to think of oneself as an individual, but she'd only dared use the word "I" in whispers, alone in the dark of her room.

Her father worked hard, harder than he needed to in order to support his business and his daughter, and she suspected it was to distract himself from the fact that her mother was gone. She'd died years ago, so long Mercy had hardly been able to keep more than a shred of memory of her, but she suspected the absence weighed heavy upon his hunched shoulders.

That night, she sat crouched over the fire, stoking it with a poker and watching the flames dance when the knock sounded on the door. Startled, she stood but was held back by a gruff word from her father as he strode towards the door. She strained to listen to the conversation being stolen by the rough, wintery winds, but before she'd the chance to catch a word, her father peered at her from around the heavy front door and motioned her upstairs with his head.

"Go and put the stew back on to heat... and make up the bed in the empty room. We'll be having a guest for the next few nights. Be quick about it."

She nodded at her father, setting her fire poker down on the hearth before padding on bare feet to the kitchen. Before long she'd stoked the kitchen stove back to flame and set the stew upon it. She reached for the half-loaf of bread wrapped and placed upon a shelf and laid that nearby to heat as well. Finally, she set a place at the table, her slender fingers carefully ensuring the utensils lay straight before she ran up the stairs to the linen closet.

Mercy piled blankets in her arms as an unfamiliar voice trickled up the stairway towards her. Her father's abrasive tone was easy to pick out although the words were too muffled to understand. She cocked her head to the side, closing her eyes to listen closer and found herself holding her breath, quieting even her breathing in order to listen in. Silence finally fell and frustrated, she turned her attention back to the bedding, rushing to the spare room to complete her task.

 

[Master_Kira]

Prometheus now aware that there is a women in the household smiled slightly, walked into the living room and sats down, followed by his host who sat opposite of him, trying not to stare at the face of the man who turned the world on it's head just by remembering a single word, a word his host despised.
Him and Prometheus talked of the old times for a little, reminiscing about the time each of them spent in each of their city's home of the students.

As the conversation drifted on the King guided the topic to something more modern, his search for a young girl to take back with him to the Land of God, to be his slave. "I want to find a girl and use her much like they were used in the dark ages, I want her to be my toy and make her do my will" he said as he looked at the man for any sort of reaction "do you have a daughter who would have been age for the temple of breeding". The man's face twisted slightly with disgust at the thought of the temples, the one thing of the time of "we" that he despised.

he gave a slight nod and then added" she is making your bed as we speak". Prometheus smiled and then ordered the man to summon her right away, he was going to pass judgement on her, if she was fair enough, he would take her home with hims, and return to his castle for the first time in six months. "Come Here International-1324" the host shouted, summoning the girl as ordered by the King.
While they waited for her, the King looked around the home and eventually asked the host a simple question, that yet at the same time might be the hardest one known to man. "do you miss the time of 'we', you you miss men toiling for each other?". The old man looked the king in the eye, many thoughts went through his head, until he came up with the an answer "yes we do, we miss it for it is all we ever knew until your rebellion".

King Prometheus smiled slightly, knowing that he had caused this man some pain when he overthrew the system and brought down the evils of pure selflessness with his greed and love for the Golden One. A wave of sadness washed over the kings face for a second but he pushes it away and then says "then you sir are a fool, can't you see that now you can live how you wish to? you can help your fellow man, or live for your self?". The host would have thrown his visitor out had it not been for the fact that this man could have his whole village burned down with a flick of his hand, or even the whole land.

 

[cayleigh]

Mercy hummed softly as she smoothed the wrinkles from the sweet smelling quilt she'd laid over the fresh washed sheets on the guest bed. She breathed in its scent, recalling the summer day she'd pulled it from the line and shook it out, watching the wind catch the ends before she had folded it and hid it away in the linen closet. It wasn't often, or ever for that matter, that her father had entertained a guest overnight and so the quilt was left largely unused.

A few fluffy pillows were piled onto the head of the bed and arranged neatly in a row before she took one last survey of the room. She adjusted a vase on the side table and jumped as her father's voice bellowed from below.

As he spoke, Mercy sighed. She was wanted, no doubt to pour tea or simply to stand about and be talked at in order for her father to prove just how devoted he was to his overthrown society. Without another glance at the guest room, she stepped out and closed the door behind her, making her way down the stairs and back into the living room.

The lamps in the room seem dim as she approached, listening to the sound of the two voices intertwining as they converse. Her father's voice seemed agitated, but only slightly. Rounding the corner, Mercy stepped into the room and flipped the switch on a smile before she raised her eyes to meet them.

"Good evening, Father," she spoke the last word slightly louder than the rest as one corner of her lips rose. "Hello, Sir. I hope tha..... uh... you...." Her eyes flit to their guest and the words that escaped her mouth tumbled over themselves. Mercy closed her eyes quickly, sure they had been bulging from her head and furrowed her brow. She recognized him, but surely it couldn't be... Quick to correct herself, she refocused on the man and smiled, if not a little forced.

"Welcome to our home."

She turned back to her father for some sort of a confirmation or introduction, glancing back sideways at the man sat beside him.

 

[Master_Kira]

Prometheus laughs as the girl before him corrects her self, it is something that had always amused him when a person unknowingly enters his royal presence, something that he loved. It showed how much power he had over the land, and how much he controlled the every day person, along with the upper class nobles.

As she looked at her Father, the king looked over the prospect and likes what he sees, but his view is veiled by her clothing so he looks at the father and smiles before ordering her to take her clothes off, and to stand before him completely naked. He was curious as to weather or not she would be suitably equipped for the job she is unknowingly interviewing for.

He father looks shocked, but holds his tongue out of fear for both his daughters and his own lives and then says "do as our King orders" and then diverts his eyes from his daughters hoping that she would not chose now of all times to rebel, risking the lives of everyone in the village, and damning herself to a life in the salt mine in the land of the ice.

As Prometheus waits for some sort of reaction he pulls off his shirt, showing his well toned body off and tosses it to the side, while the snow was cold outside, the fire had raised the temperature to something more bearable, and he figured that he would give his host a show of what his daughter might be doing if she passes his first test.

 

[cayleigh]

Bewildered, Mercy glanced from her father back towards ... their king? Her mind reeled as it tried to comprehend the reason for one such as he to be in their home. She opened her mouth, ready to give a proper apology for not addressing him properly when he casually flipped his hand at her and commanded her to undress.

She gaped at him and turned her eyes to her father, who's eyes avoided her face as he bid her to obey their king. She had heard the stories, she knew what kind of man the king was and she choked on her frustration. He was not someone she wanted to upset. Her father had said he would be staying for a few nights, which meant that he would eventually leave. If she could get through the next couple of days while keeping him happy, perhaps he would leave them in peace. She sighed heavily, eyes focused on the floor as she dipped her head low.

"Yes, my King..." Mercy mumbled the words as she reached for the tie around her waist, unknotting the bow and pulling the two sides of the wrap-style dress from her body. She shrugged out of it and held it in front of her. Her father, his unease radiating from his body, cleared his throat and motioned for her to continue. To be lackluster and half-finished in a command from one such as the king was more insulting than to outright disobey. Shaking, she folded her dress and set it aside. Her hands reached behind her back to the clasp of her bra and she quickly undid it and pulled the material from her body. Last, her panties were slid down her legs and she bent to retrieve them and add them to the pile of her clothing.

She looked up at the king, confusion and frustration in her eyes as her father softly bade her to keep quiet. Ignoring him, she folded her hands in front of her chest and let her head fall to the side.

"My king, is there a purpose for such actions? We have been most hospitable to adapt to your intrusion and while I do not mean to be rude or ungrateful, I would appreciate knowing whether or not I am being toyed with and manipulated purely for your amusement or for a true benefit."

 

[Master_Kira]

Watching the girl before him strip made Prometheus' cold face reveal a smile far darker then any he had shown the family of two before. This girl really looked as if she would fit the part of his new pet. Soon lustful images of her on her knees in some skimpy outfit grinding on his lap while he sits upon his throne of gold and onyx, the two materials he felt described his rule in the beginning of the new era and the hope that goes along with it. The black onyx represents the past and the fact we have to bear it no matter the cost, learn from our sins and move on.

The king did notice her hesitation and resisted the temptation of punishing her then and there, after all she had yet to actually be given the post, and had yet to be actually told why she is getting in the nude for her king, the man she should thank for her individuality, something he would make sure to point out . As she unclasps her bra he stands up and walks towards her, his eyes analyzing every part of her body, he was right when he figured looks wise she was the perfect for the job.

As she asked her question he sits back down with a very coarse laugh and says "to be manipulated for my amusement is to be manipulated for a true benefit; after all the pleasure of your king, and savior should be the top priority of both you and your father". As he speaks once could see the lustful look in his eyes, and the tent growing in his pants as his erection pushed hard up against his pants. "To achieve this frankly patriotic, humble, and thankful goal you should try to pleasure my royal member with that smart mouth of yours slut" he finally said as he adjusts his pants to bring out his erection a little more "or else I can not be held accountable for the ashes that may just replace your village".

 

[cayleigh]

Mercy tried not to stare incredulously at the king as he slid his pants down far enough to display the thick stalk within. What exactly was the purpose of this? Did he truly expect her to do as he asked right here in her father's living room? Yes, she appreciated the fact that he had led the way in bringing their world out of oppression and darkness, but it would seem that he himself, as a person and not a symbol, was about as egotistical and pretentious as they came.

There was, however, the threat... she didn't doubt he would raze her entire village if he did not get his own way. Her father, while horrified, silently urged her on. Mercy frowned and glared at the king defiantly for a moment before sinking to her knees. She scooted closer to him, rearing up until she was face to face with the fleshy object. She scowled at the smirk on his face when she looked up, daring not glance at her father, before lifting her hand.

It was soft, yet firm under the skin that seemed to move so loosely at her touch. She felt it carefully for a moment before curling her fingers and gripping it tightly. Squeezing her eyes closed, she leaned in, the long white line of her neck flashing in the warmly lit room. With a pink tongue, she touched it, feeling the kings muscles tense for a moment upon the impact. She made lazy circles around the head before sucking it into her mouth... hopefully she could get through this, get him out of her house, and get on with her life.

 

[Master_Kira]

Prometheus smiles as her tongue touches the tip of his erect penis and runs his hands through her hair. He glances at the appalled look on her father's face and then back at her, as her mouth fully surrounds his cock. He lets out a content groan and then says "you sir have raised a great cock sucker, you have my kudos".

The King then forces her head down and starts to shove your head into my groin and and pulling you up, forcibly fucking your face until by accident he pulls Mercy's head off of his cock. Feeling that it would not be good to show his soon to be slave and her father that he is able to mess up, even if it is sex, he pushes Mercy onto her back and lines his dick up with her cunt.

"Are you a virgin my dear slut?" he asks as he teases her pussy with his cock, not caring if it is very wet or not, she is the servant here, it is her job to keep him happy and satisfied, not the other way around. He quickly glances at her father and looks at his appalled face once more and the says "well sir, I hope you are liking the show, I think your daughter will be keeping me company in bed tonight and the next if she is any good".

He places his hands on her Breasts and then nips them and then roughly kisses her lips before whispering in your ear "I am going to make you my slave, you are going to keep my pleased, if you fail tonight, your village will become ash and you will be left naked in a prion of rapists". He then slowly presses his cock into her and groans.