Souls of Sinai

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slave23

A science fiction adventure featuring humiliating AB, TG, BDSM, cuckolding and body modification

Posted on October 22nd, 2012 ~ 11:05 pm

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A special thank you to Amanda66. Not only because of her great contribution to this story as editor and co-producer, but because her love, support and dedication to me and these stories has been such an inspiration.

Hi there, slave23 here :) So, is this a new story for Sissy Kiss, you ask? Absolutely. In fact, where I first had the idea, I wanted it to be a magnificent sissy space opera! But, as it turns out, life interrupted, my inspirations lead me somewhere different, and this has become a short story. I like to call it an experiment by your humble slave.
I pictured this story in my mind as a big budget sci-fi movie with great, moody cinematography, the latest in special effects and all your favourite stars in the lead roles. Picture 'Blade Runner' in your head, boys and girls. So, as it has turned out, the format has taken the format of a screenplay, but with much more detail in the descriptions than you'd ever find in a real one. And it takes a little while to get the pull-ups on, but I assure you, Joseph Gordon-Levitt is going to be turned into a panty-peeing Miley Cyrus. So turn off the lights, grab the popcorn and the lotion, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show :)

FADE IN. EXT. OUTER SPACE

The camera pans over the deep black of space- no sun, no planets, no moon- just distant stars forming glinting specks, a piercing, suffocating silence and an infinite darkness. What starts out as little coils and whiffs of purple smoke becomes, as the camera pans, a band of purple gases stretching out and shimmering against a field of stars- it's huge size giving opportunity to form tall mountains and sunken valleys within the billowing, moving cloud of gases. Silence still reverberates as we see a tiny, almost invisible hole punched through the twisting, purple cloud, before a sleek spacecraft races towards screen. Made from a gleaming, textured dark metal with sharp, angular lines, it almost looks like a terrifying, metallic wasp. The camera continues to pan, following the Wasp as it flies directly past the screen, revealing the ship's powerful engines and lethal, hi-tech weaponry. The ship is now flying in the complete black, the stars and clouds disappearing behind the ship, the only light are the Wasp's blue thrusters, growing smaller and smaller as the ship flies away from camera. As the blue thrusters transform into nothing but a small dot on the horizon, the title credits are unveiled one at a time in a thin, silvery font:

SK Luv
Presents

A
2366 A.D.
Production

A
slave23
Story

Joseph Gordon-Levitt

Scarlett Johansson

Jason Statham

Denzel Washington

and
Miley Cyrus

A sharp crack of bright light breaks the dark. What at first seems like a glorious sun dawning in the night sky reveals itself to be a huge ship driven by extremely powerful engines- The Sinai. The bright white light of the Sinai's engines reveals another ship, a ship so massive in size it appears like a vast dark ocean sitting under the Sinai; so enormous that it completely blocked out stars from a great distance- it is The Ararat. The number of people the Ararat could hold one could only guess. It is battered and scarred and shows its age like an old Roman ruin; it has an Ancient air about it. The title appears in black in the Sinai's blaring white engines, still glowing like a magnificent sun, shining over the gigantic, dark grey behemoth below it.

SOULS
of
SINAI

We are now back with the tiny wasp-like spacecraft as it approaches the Sinai, itself orbiting the massive Ararat. The wasp-like like ship that once seemed so impressive now looks fragile next to the Sinai's huge, awe-inspiring thruster engines. A series of long, pale green lights along the Sinai's side points the wasp's way to an open airlock. The ship shoots out jets of white smoke as it carefully lowers itself onto the brightly lit landing pad inside.

INT. SINAI LANDING PAD

A hissing sound breaks the complete silence as oxygen is pumped into the room from inlets on the walls. This almost immediately unlocks a cacophony of noise- we hear the roar of the Wasp's engines, the final clanks of the thick doors of the airlock shutting and a large clash of metal as they finally close completely. The calamity quiets down as the Wasp's engines shut off, it completely disappearing from view as clouds of smoke and steam billow throughout the hangar bay. A large gangplank, looking like a huge, black switchblade, suddenly cuts its way through the clouds, unfolding, extending and touching on the ground. The clouds begin to clear and a tall, athletic, bald-headed Space Marine comes to view, Captain Schneider, standing proudly atop the plank as he grimly surveys the scene. Schneider walks down the plank and makes his way through the wisps' of vapor and approaches the dark corners of the hangar bay. A silhouette suddenly becoming apparent- while the shadow is hard to see, we can make out he is a high ranking military official.

KURGEN
Well?

SCHNEIDER
Exactly to plan. Follow me.

The two figures cut a path through the smoke, walking up the gangplank. At the top of the plank, while the still-hidden KURGEN enters the cabin of the Wasp, the Marine uncovers a panel on the forearm of his technologically advanced, heavily armored uniform and presses a button. We hear heavy mechanisms begin to clunk and shift before the floor below the Wasp splits open, while the landing pad starts to float in the air by itself. The Wasp twists through thick curls of smoke as bright lights from the room below bounce and sparkle off the ship, showing it in its full glory, as it slowly wafts down to the large Hangar Bay below the airlock. As the ship starts to set off over the vast hangar bay, Schneider gives a look of satisfaction and follows Kurgen into the ship.

INT. WASP CABIN

The Marine steps to the side of Kurgen in the dark recesses of the cabin, as they both peer at the scene in front of them. Two beautiful women, both naked, both sporting smooth, silver slave collars around their necks and extremely large, natural, bouncing breasts across their chests, are found on the floor under a bright spotlight. One, an Asian with skin like porcelain, has her legs splayed out, moaning and writhing as she grabs and twists a pair of long, brown, hard nipples. The other, a platinum blonde, licks feverishly, uncontrollably, at the Asian's pussy, her own fingers pumping rapidly in and out of her own snatch- juices literally splashing out of her hot slit. Both their bodies are covered in a thick, glossy sheen of sweat, their hair a mess, faces red, while they make noises like wild, exhausted animals.

SCHNEIDER
We were observing the targets for days. When I heard this one joke that he hated using his mouth, well, I thought I might employ some poetic justice. I made him addicted to pussy juice. He can't stop herself. This one, I made insanely horny, and gave her the wettest pussy. Have a look--

Schneider takes the blonde slave's hair in his strong grasp and yanks her away from the other woman, producing a yelp of pain from the blonde. Hot streams of juice are jetting out of the Asian's red, swollen pussy, splashing onto the blonde's face, almost like water from a hose, a pool of juice quickly forming below the two. The blonde wrestles and tugs against the grip on her hair, crying out from the pain, while still desperate to get back between the other girl's thighs. The whole time, never quitting from using her free hands to scoop up pussy juice off the ground and lick it off her fingers. As we see her face, her small nose crinkles, and her face is in a scowl, obviously hating the taste of the cum but not being able to stop herself from licking her sopping fingers clean.

SCHNEIDER
Did I mention I gave him the rankest juice, and him ultra- sensitive taste buds? (laughs) Look, she fucking hates it!!

KURGEN
Tell me, Soldier- do you think I came down here to get a look at what you've done with the latest batch of fresh whores?

MARINE
(Smiles knowingly) Two point three grams, Sir. Hidden away exactly as you specified (The Marine slaps the plump, curvy butt of the blonde as she whines and wrestles in his grasp, indicating exactly where the two point three grams has been hidden)

KURGEN
Good. And the Stix?

SCHNEIDER
They didn't notice a thing, Sir- not yet anyway. (still rubbing the bubble butt of the whimpering blonde, sucking juice off her fingers to her own disgust)

KURGEN
And what about these?

SCHNEIDER
Construction workers from Silo B. Grunts, hard-working types raising families. (Appreciatively) Look at his stomach- its stretched out into a belly because of all that rank juice he has guzzled down.

The Marine laughs again as he demonstratively grabs at the slave's belly, making her groan as we hear all the juices gurgle in her stomach. The Marine releases his grasp on the blonde's hair and she dives back between the Asian's caramel thighs, fervently licking at the red, engorged pussy, the disgust of her own actions evident on her pretty face.

SCHNEIDER
And look at this one- She's got off so many times in the last two days, she's probably fried her brain. So tired, can't even lift his head off the ground (chuckle)

The Asian's eyes are rolled back high as she moans and writhes around on the floor in a huge puddle of her own juices, seemingly oblivious to the two men standing over and inspecting her.

INT. SINAI HANGAR BAY

We are shown a shot of the Wasp drifting through the Hangar Bay. All the smoke has cleared, and we can now see the extent of the size of the Hangar Bay. The Landing Pad, capable of holding a very large craft, looks small as it glides past huge armored tanks and menacing ships. As the Landing Pad drifts effortlessly through the bay, we are slowly presented with an array of weaponry, rockets, crates of ammunition, vehicles, squads of Marines and a small fleet of sharp, lethal-looking spacecraft- all in all presenting quite an impressive military force.

INT. WASP CABIN

The two men are still leering at the two naked, big breasted girls, their skin shining under the heavy spotlight, as the blonde plunges her tongue deep inside the Asian's cunt, slurping down her pouring juices hungrily.

KURGEN
You must have been bored, Schneider.

SCHNEIDER
Just giving them what they deserve, sir.

KURGEN
Very good. Bring them with me.

The Space Marine nods before reaching again for the panel on the forearm of his armored uniform and pressing a button. His eyes gleam malevolently as he watches the silver collars on the girls necks come to life, rippling like water on the surface of a pond. The girls whimper and begin to hang onto each other in fear as they look at the collars with wide, scared eyes. The collars begin to grow, stretching out, starting to crawl over the mountains on the girls' chests, over the contours of their sexy stomachs and around and down their wide hips and thick thighs. The two girls begin to squirm and struggle and let out little squeals as the cold metal trickles over their hyper-sensitive skin, watching the streams of liquid metal slither around their body, watching it form bindings around their ankles and wrists, moving under their huge, jiggling breasts before pooling on their stomachs. The girls' eyes grow wide in horror as out of each pool emerge two large, silver phalluses. The girls are breathing rapidly, their chests wobbling uncontrollably, as they watch the metal dildos magically fly out of the pools, breaking away from the rest of the silver metal to miraculously float through the air and positioning themselves over their hot slits and tight, puckered butt holes. The bindings on their ankles begin to move of their own accord, forcing the slaves' legs wide apart. The Asian groans, the blonde screams, covering her pussy with her small hands before she feels them magically pulled out of the way by the silver bindings on her wrists. There is a beat as we see the two silver phalluses, floating in the air, poised over the vulnerable and defenseless slit and ass of the two helpless slaves- before they shoot in like rockets, high up their holes. As we hear the girls let out torturous shrieks of pain and horror, an extreme close-up shows a smile form on the lips of the shadowy figure that is Kurgen.

INT. SINAI HANGAR BAY

The landing pad carrying the Wasp has finally glided over to an empty space in the crowded Bay. It slowly drifts down to the ground, where a group of Marines, technicians and simple robots on wheels and treads gather waiting for it.

INT. WASP CABIN

The girls are crying, moaning and fighting with their bodies' last ounce of strength as liquid metal sets, becoming cold, hard, solid metal again. A slow pan over the trembling, sweaty bodies of the slaves, writhing around on the ground in a large pool of pussy juice, squirming as they feel the large, thick dildos now inside them, reveals a kind of metal harness the girls are now wearing- two bands of metal crossing under the girls large, full breasts, wrapping around the torso, before meeting again at their crotches- where the dildos are now buried quite firmly inside. Bands are still wrapped skin tight around their wrists, ankles and necks. Schneider presses another button and the girls rise up off the ground and into the air in an upright position, being controlled completely by their hi-tech bondage. The blonde does her best to scream in terror as her skintight collar pulls cruelly at her neck as she is moved into the air. She begins to fight vehemently against her bonds, her toes now hanging above the ground and her bodyweight grinds her pussy onto the metallic dildo. Her screams of pain are replaced with something between desperate, scared whimpers and quiet moans of arousal as she shifts her hips, feeling the huge phallus filling her as she battles her bondage futilely.

SCHNEIDER
Looks like we've got a fighter.

The Marine presses another button on his wrist- the blonde's collar comes to life again, another silver dildo quickly emerging from it. The blonde quickly stops her undecipherable squeals of protest and seals her lips shut tightly as the long, thick silver phallus positions itself over the girl's face.

SCHNEIDER
You better open up, or this thing is going to smash your front teeth in...

The slave takes a beat to consider before forcing herself to slowly open her trembling, shaking lips. It is only a second before the silver dildo rockets into her mouth and halfway down her throat. The blonde screams and gags and chokes, but barely a sound can be heard through the penis gag. The Marine turns to the Asian, and runs a thick, callused finger down her fine face.

SCHNEIDER
How 'bout you, sweetheart? Do you want a gag like your friend here?

The Asian looks at the now sobbing blonde and shakes her head tiredly and remorsefully.

MARINE
Well, you be good and quiet, and Daddy will make sure that doesn't happen.

The Asian whimpers quietly as she gives pitiful nods to the command, leading Schneider to turn and give a much firmer nod to Kurgen, a silhouette in the corner of the room.

KURGEN
Lead the way, Soldier.

INT. SINAI HANGAR BAY

We are with the group of Marines and technicians as they gather and wait at the base of the large, shining Wasp-ship. The men who had been waiting patiently, a curious expression plastered across most of their faces, suddenly break in to jubilation and cheers of celebration. The men form a tight circle, laughing and telling crude jokes to each other and patting each other on the back. The camera moves through the circle, revealing the two slaves at the bottom of the ship's gangplank. They are being held upright, their arms trapped uselessly by their sides as they are slapped and groped by over a dozen pair of hands, rough fingers touching and feeling every inch of the girls' nubile skin. Three fat fingers push their way into the Asian slave's mouth, before being slid in and out, making her suck them like a cock. Both the girls' nipples are twisted and pulled so hard they feel like they are going to be torn off. They fight and struggle, squealing as they feel the heavy weight pulling at the chests and the sweaty hands over every inch of their exposed, trembling body, but their metallic bondage makes it a futile task.

An awed hush breaks out over the cheering group, quickly becoming a complete silence. From behind him, we see Kurgen has moved out of the Wasp and to the top of the gangplank. Kurgen marches down the plank, the camera focused on his heavy boots, echoing loudly throughout the large- now suddenly quiet Hangar Bay. Kurgen continues his silent march as he moves through the crowd, his men falling into formation as he does so- creating two parallel lines of men, leaving only Kurgen, walking between them and the slaves floating slowly behind him. Kurgen inspects his men, seeing the fear in his eyes, and smiles satisfied. Kurgen stops in front of a monstrous, gigantic blast shield, the slaves huge breasts bouncing as they come to a halt. The high-ranking military official turns slowly, the dark red beams of light bordering the metal shield illuminating his figure in a devilish glow as we are shown his face for the first time. He is black, wearing a shaved head and a salt and pepper goatee; around fifty, but strong, athletic, with broad, thick shoulders and thick, powerful arms. A large scar runs from the top of his shaved head and down over his right eye- a metal ball with a glowing red light on it is now sitting in the socket.

KURGEN
Welcome to your new home, girls. This ship is called the Sinai, and I am it's commander. These grunts call me Kurgen. You may call me Sir.

Kurgen begins circling the girls for a moment, putting a finger on the cheek of the tightly gagged, scared blonde slave, her mouth stretched close to breaking point by the cold, metal cock in her mouth.

KURGEN
Why the name Sinai, you ask? The Sinai is named from a mountain in Ancient human mythology. Legend tells of a man who traveled to the mountain where he stayed for forty days and forty nights. (In a soulful tone)To hear the voice of God and to receive his instruction. (With a threatening, venomous tone) On this Sinai, I am the voice of God- and you will follow my instruction or be prepared to feel my wrath!!

The two bound slaves are trembling, shaking in fear, as they vehemently nod their heads.

KURGEN
Good- now you know who to fear. (he says as he turns and twists the Asian's face with his finger and thumb gripped onto her chin, inspecting her fine features). (To a technician) Open the shields.

The technician sits behind a desk with a lit-up holographic display illustrating much of the Hangar Bay's arsenal in bright, red light. The tech uses a hand to slide the back wall of the holographic projection. The red beams of light shut off, and large, heavy mechanisms are heard shifting behind walls as the thick shields begin to open up, revealing a large window that dwarfs the three standing in front of it. The girls stop shivering in their bonds as the sight of the massive Ararat through the window becomes clear.

KURGEN
And let me introduce you the to the starving, stinking masses- the Ararat!- house of lost souls and home to the damned (laughs evilly)

The figure stretches out an arm towards the window, the camera following the length of the limb and traveling through the window. The Sinai is approaching the Ararat, and a huge, specialized airlock comes closer and closer to camera. We travel through the air lock, past a large, sweeping balcony and then met with a gigantic, gleaming city- a swell of music, of musical fanfare, can be heard as we see the impressive, vast city unobstructed for the first time. You cannot see the tops or bottoms of the thick, cylindrical pylons serving as skyscrapers- the streets connecting them to travel on forever. The crowds of humans littering the dirty, brightly lit city seem smaller than ants compared to the gigantic setting.

KURGEN (Voice Over)
(His voice sounding like it is far away) These will be the next to fear my name.

EXT. ARARAT INTERIOR

The rest of the production credits begin to appear as we begin a montage of shots as we travel through the vast inner of the ship. Huge golden beams of light illuminate the metal city in a pale, gold artificial light, making the mighty metal towers shine while the tiny vehicles look like fireflies in the afternoon sun as they fly at rapid speed. Shafts along the twisting towers are dotted by elevators lit up and moving up and down at incredible speeds- from a great distance, it makes the towers seem alive, sparkling with energy like a spirit. The beams connecting the towers at different, triangular angles are filled with people, restaurants and even trees while the buildings themselves are spotted with families and workers.

The camera begins to travel down, and a tarnish begins to appear on the glossy city. The streets are dirtier, and the gloss of the metallic buildings is distinctly duller. We are shown what look like long bread lines and groups of people holding signs protesting food rationing. We see men in thickly armored police uniforms watching the protests and lines closely, even using violence on several occasions. Two men break out into a dispute, fighting over a metal box, presumably containing food. The fight is ended by a police officer using a small baton that, as it is about to be slammed into one of the men's throat, bursts out a blue electrical jolt, sending the man to the ground and the other running away in terror, his hands wrapped tightly around the box. Despite their spectacular home, the citizens seem hungry, tired, weak and mistreated.

The gaps between the massive pylons form deep pits, which the camera begins to travel down. As we get lower, we see thick clouds of smog begin to build-up, masking the huge beams illuminating the Ararat. As a result, the lower and lower we go, it gets darker and darker, the wisps of smog forming into a genuine fog. The depths of the ship seem like a different, dystopic, world. The brightly lit vehicles and crowds of people are no longer present, replaced by hungry families huddled together on streets, homeless scouring for food and thieves in dark corners. It is dirty, covered in graffiti, decorated by brightly-lit and garish neon signs and garbage. Grease seems to cover every surface, while the grey smog turns from wisps of smoke drifting between towers to thick clouds. Prostitution and people whacked out on drugs on almost every street corner. This part of the city doesn't seem anything like the one that would make the sleek, well-maintained craft we saw in the opening scene. We see the graffiti 'WELCOME TO THE BASEMENT' painted on the side of a beat-up building lit-up in blue and red as a chunky, metal police car zips through the thick smog, leaving a trail in the pollution lit up by the car's lights.

INT. POLICE VEHICLE

We move inside the police vehicle, filled with all sorts of equipment, including hi-tech weaponry, radar and thermal detection, as well as a host of advanced technology. We see FRANK JOHNSON, a police officer around the age of 30, wearing a two-day growth around his chin and a grim and weary expression on his face as he stares disillusioned out the window. He turns to his partner behind the wheel, an overweight, mustachioed man named O'REILLY, momentarily as he drives past all these crimes without so much as slowing down. We begin to see the city through Johnson's eyes- a city filled with crime and despair.

JOHNSON (V/O)
This place is hell. A prison for the walking dead. How did we ever get this way?

Johnson sees a group of teenage hoodlums who have grabbed a pretty girl a few years older than them, and dragged her into an alley. The cop's eyes narrow.

JOHNSON (V/O)
Let's see if I can make a difference.

EXT. BASEMENT ALLEY

The group of hoodlums are laughing and joking as they drag the screaming girl off the poorly lit street and into a shady alleyway.

HOODLUM #1
Oh, you're going to enjoy this girl.

HOODLUM #2
Yeah, we're going to have some fun!

The girl tries to kick and scream in protest, but the young punks have got their hands all over her, tearing at her clothes, revealing her pale skin and a bright, pink bra encasing her large breasts, a bra that the punks are soon tearing at as well. As one hand slips under her short skirt, she squeezes her thighs together and gives loud, muffled squeals for help behind the fingers.

HOODLUM #1
Stop fighting, bitch!

HOODLUM #2
Dunt make us cut you up, ho!!

A baton flies in from offscreen, hitting Hoodlum #2 in the side of the head, a strong jolt of electricity from the baton helping in sending him flying. We discover quickly that the large baton, more an advanced, electronic bo staff, is firmly in the grasp of a muscular arm, an arm that makes another rapid attack sending another hoodlum flying. The gang backs away, slowly producing knives and thick, metal chains from their pockets.

We are shown Johnson in his full glory- strong, tall, broad shouldered, wearing a heavily armored uniform that makes him look even more menacing, fury and contempt on his face, and an intimidating, sparking, bo staff held in his powerful hands- and it looks like he knows how to use it.

JOHNSON
I'm really glad you did that. Means I can have my fun now.

HOODLUM #1
You kiddin, bro! Drop off! There's five of us and one of you!

Frank just smiles, raises his hand and waves his fingers- telling them to bring the fight.

HOODLUM #2
Fuck it, let's kill dat brass!!

The hoodlums scream as they rush in, wielding knives and chains. Johnson moves lightning quick, the alley lighting up as another jolt of electricity strikes one punk under his ribs, sending him lurching to the ground, while spinning and turning, crashing his staff into another punk's knee, sending that one toppling. A silver blade is swung at Johnson, who ducks in just the knick of time before ramming the staff into the wielder's guts, letting the staff spark and burn on the kid's stomach for a moment. He grabs him, using him as a shield for a moment, before throwing the punk at his buddies, making them crash into a pile onto the ground, before Johnson flies in the air and brings down his staff hard onto the pile. There is a loud crack as we hear bones break.

HOODLUM #3
He crazy, yo!!
HOODLUM #4
Bail, dude! Bail!!

The kids start to run off scared. Before they set off fleeing, Johnson smashes two with his baton, and keeps them pinned to the ground with his knees. He begins to put them both in handcuffs.

YOUNG GIRL
Thank you! Thank you, you saved me!

JOHNSON
Just doing my job.

YOUNG GIRL
They would have killed me...

JOHNSON
I know. What the hell are you doing down here?

YOUNG GIRL
I don't know... I- I- I live here... I-

Johnson looks upset- as much at himself for being so crass with a girl who was nearly raped. He stops cuffing the two hoodlums, grabs a taser from his belt and throws it to the girl.

JOHNSON
Here- take this. It's my last day, I won't be needing it any more.

YOUNG GIRL
Last day? Where are you going?

JOHNSON (points a finger to the sky)
Up. I've been promoted.

YOUNG GIRL (looking disappointed)
The good always go up away from here.

Johnson gives a bitter smile, wishing he could do more for this girl. He picks up the now-cuffed hoodlums by the back of their collars and marches them out of the alley.

JOHNSON
Stay safe now.

Johnson looks regretful as he looks at the girl sitting in the gutter of the alley in her torn clothes, gripping onto the taser in her hands like it was the last thing keeping her alive, looking at him with wide, blue eyes.

Coming out of the alley, we see O'REILLY who is currently chowing down on some sort of greasy meat, as he leans up against his futuristic Prowler.

O'REILLY
Johnson! What are you doing!? Are you stupid or something, how many times has the Chief told you to stop bringing these kids in! There's just not enough room in the Lock-Up!

JOHNSON
You saw what these punks were going to do back there, didn't you?

O'REILLY
Yeah, I saw it. In fact, I see the same **** every day. So how bout you cut out your superhero bullshit, let these future-scumbags go, and we'll call it a night. It's your last day for Christ's sake! Give it a rest!

HOODLUM #1
Yeah, let us go, you fuckin brass!

O'Reilly slams the kids head against the Prowler, before we hear a thud as he hits the ground like a bag of cement.

O'REILLY
Shut up, dogshit, before we change our mind! (Turning his attention back to Johnson) Come on, buddy, what do you say?

It looks like the last thing Johnson wants to do is let these hoodlums off the hook.

O'REILLY
Come on, Frank, I'm tired...

JOHNSON (sighing before conceding)
Okay, let's go.

Johnson presses a button on his wrist that sees the cuffs magically open and fall off the punk's wrists just a moment before he tosses them both into the street.

JOHNSON
If I see you or any of your friends against, I'm going to put your ass on a platter, you hear me!?

The hoodlums don't bother replying or looking back as they run off down the dark, foggy street.

O'REILLY
(getting into the car) You know, you really should be going up. You're way too good for this hell hole.

Johnson gives one last world-weary look to the alley before getting into the Prowler with O'Reilly.

INT. JOHNSON'S APARTMENT (BASEMENT)

Johnson's apartment is completely dark before its door slides open, revealing the large and exhausted silhouette of Johnson. He lumbers into the room, switching on a lamp, before slumping into a seat and giving a long, extended sigh. FIONA JOHNSON appears from over his shoulder, putting a small glass of bourbon in his hand and kissing him on the nape of his neck.
FIONA is a stunning beauty- red headed, wide hips, full breasts and a perfect smile between fat, ruby lips highlighting a feminine and graceful face.

JOHNSON (V/O)
Here she is.

FIONA
(she says in between her gentle kisses) How was your day?

JOHNSON
Fine.

FIONA
(still kissing) Liar.

JOHNSON
I'm not lying.

FIONA
Yes you are.

JOHNSON
(sighs before opening up) I just feel like I spent ten years in the Basement and I didn't accomplish a thing. Tonight- there was this girl and-

FIONA
(interrupting, placing a finger on her husband's lips) Don't talk like that. You spent ten years working hard for this place. You can't change the world, you know?

JOHNSON
I know, but, that place-

FIONA
You're not listening. (Fiona leans in, so her lips are almost against Frank's ear) You're so good. Forgive yourself that you can't save everyone.

This brings a smile to the corner's of Frank's tired mouth as Fiona returns to kissing Frank's neck.

JOHNSON (V/O)
She makes it worth it.

FIONA
Now, this is all behind us- tomorrow we climb out of the Basement- tomorrow we're (kisses Frank higher up on his neck) going (kisses his chin) up... (Fiona gives Frank a deep passionate kiss, their tongues intertwined.)

JOHNSON (V/O)
I'm going up for her.

Fiona finally breaks their kiss, both breathing a little deeper now, before she stands up, revealing the sexy, red negligee she has been waiting for Frank to come home and appreciate. It shimmers under the light, the red, low-cut teddy's transparency revealing Fiona's toned stomach and wide, pink nipples staring atop full, pert, breasts behind intricate crimson lace. A tiny red g-string disappears between her shapely, round cheeks and stockings that end just below the teddy's hemline revealing the china-skin of her thighs. She sips on a glass of champagne and plays with the spaghetti strap of her teddy, sporting a cheeky smile.

FIONA
Let's celebrate. We don't have to be there til thirteen hundred- so, have a drink (Fiona wraps her small hand around Frank's wrist and forces him to move his glass to his mouth) and come to the bedroom.

FRANK
Fiona, I'm really tired...

FIONA
Oh okay, I understand (Fiona puts an exaggerated frown on her face, before she places a leg on either side of her husband, lowering herself onto her husband's lap before returning to kissing his neck and rubbing her hands up and down his heavy, armored uniform.) Is it what happened today with this girl? Do you want to talk about it?

FRANK
No, it's just not the girl- it's- it's everything. Think about it- we're meant to be the last hope for humanity and we can't even-

CLICK. Frank stops himself short when he hears the click on his uniform as his wife unclasps a latch and then another, a cheeky smile on Fiona's gorgeous face as she does so, beginning to rub her hands on his now exposed chest.

FRANK
Fiona...

FIONA
(in between soft kisses, slowly going lower and lower on Frank's body) What? I'm listening... Something about forgiving yourself...

Fiona smiles as she reaches down Frank's uniform, Frank letting out a small groan of pleasure as Fiona's small fingers wrap around Frank's hardening cock.

FIONA
(a flirty smile on her face) Now, what was it you were saying?

FRANK
(taking a big gulp of his bourbon) That when you want something, you don't stop until you get it.

FIONA
Oh really? (laughs) I'll tell you a secret... (Fiona leans in, her hand still moving up and down the inside of Frank's pants as she whispers) That's how I got you...

Fiona and Frank share another passionate, loving kiss before Fiona lowers herself, her red teddy being dragged up by Frank's thighs, revealing her perfect, white skin and round, curvy butt framed by her red stocking tops and lacy g-string. Another clasp is undone and a very large, thick, hard penis pops out from Frank's uniform. Fiona gives a look to her husband before she very slowly drags the tip of her tongue from the bottom of the shaft to the top of the head, producing a long moan from Frank, before she spins her tongue around it, licking it like an ice cream before stretching open her red lips and taking the rock hard cock in her mouth. The couple moans in unison as Fiona slowly lowers herself down the veiny shaft, her eyes looking lovingly up at her husband. The camera moves away, the couple turning to silhouette in the dimly lit room as Frank leans back in his chair and Fiona begins to bob up and down on Frank's long shaft.

EXT. ARARAT INTERIOR

There is an explosion of smoke and steam blasting into frame before it clears and we see a futuristic elevator start to rocket up the side of a big, black tower. We can see Frank and Fiona, and a few metal cases behind them, through the glass windows.

INT. ELEVATOR

The couple stand silently side by side.

FIONA
Nervous?

JOHNSON
No.

FIONA
Liar.

As the elevator travels higher and higher, golden light begins to flood the elevator, the drudgery of the Basement disappears and the great, shining, breathing city reveals itself to the couple. They share a look and a tiny smile and take a hold of each others hand.

EXT. ARARAT INTERIOR

We are treated to another spectacular view of the city as the elevator races across the triangular shafts, making a criss-cross pattern through the city at lightning speed, against the busy, breathing city and its majestic, mountainous towers lit up in a pale gold light looming over it. Again, we see a strong police and military presence as we get higher in the city, men with uniforms and batons physically herding crowds and pointing their high power rifles at queues to maintain order. By the time the elevator begins to slow, we are high up on the mighty towers, the tops of the golden towers seemingly home to the privileged, and a world away from the slums of the Basement. Columns of steam shoot out of the elevator approaches a new area within the Ararat- a busy hub, filled with activity, the high walls, weapons and numerous men sporting the heavy, armored Marine uniform makes it clear that this is some sort of military compound.

EXT. SINAI HUB

The glass doors on the elevators slide open and the couple slowly take a few steps into the busy crowd of people. Glaring floodlights loom over the hub as large vehicles, varying from futuristic tanks to trucks to tractors, slowly move around the compound. The hoards of citizens carrying supplies and equipment, including an impressive amount of weaponry, maneuver between the great machines at a quick pace and in an 'everyday' manner. Frank sees something and begins to make his way through the crowd. Compared to the hustle and bustle, Frank's wandering with his eyes set on something in the distance makes him really stand out. A point-of-view (POV) shot reveals what Frank is looking at. On the other side of the hub, there is a huge gateway guarded by four Marines and large machine guns moving on turrets by themselves. The words emblazoned across the top of the Gateway is 'SINAI- AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY'. Frank soaks in the image, a hint of pride, a hint of being daunted by the challenge coming to his face, as musical fanfare signifies the importance and mixed emotions of the Sinai to him.

FIONA
You deserve this. (moving from behind him and kissing his cheek)

FRANK
I just hope now I can finally make a difference.

FIONA
I just hope you come home in one piece.

ADMINISTRATOR
So you must be... (looking down a computerized tablet) the Johnsons.

The couple turn to see a skinny, aged and utterly distracted administrator, holding a tablet that seems to have more information splashing onto its screen than any person could possibly absorb, his finger moving so fast over it that it is almost a blur.

FRANK
Yes, that's-

ADMINSTRATOR
And these are your things I presume?

FRANK
Yes, they're-

The man speaking in a rapid tone whose eyes never stop darting around the screen in front of him interrupts Frank again by clicking his fingers in the air. Frank and Fiona look puzzled by the whole situation, until a simple robot, moving on treads, uses magnets on its arms to pick up the Johnson's luggage from the elevator and carry it effortlessly- the metal cases looking like they are just floating in the air.

ADMINISTRATOR
Mr. Johnson- they are expecting you inside immediately. Mrs. Johnson- follow me.

FIONA
I was hoping I could go in-

ADMINISTRATOR (sighing)
No citizens are allowed inside the Sinai. Ever. Admiral Kurgen's orders. Now follow me.

He does not wait for a response, just turning on his heels before rushing through the crowd of people, weaving a complicated path though the hoard while never looking up from his tablet with the simple, lifeless robot following faithfully behind him. The couple give a disappointed, and slightly intimidated, look to each other. Surrounded by hi-tech weaponry and men in armored military uniforms, they feel a world away from their old home in the Basement. Fiona takes a deep breath, as if she was preparing to give a long speech, before she turns to see the Administrator disappearing into the crowd, and cuts herself short.

FIONA
Good luck. (kisses Frank on the lips)

Fiona turns and starts pushing her way through the crowd, Frank watching her until she disappears amongst the masses completely, before he turns back to the Sinai. Johnson makes his way through the gaggle of people, coming to the gateway to the Sinai where a flow of soldiers are making their way in. Frank stops in his tracks, trying to act only slighted intimidated by the four large and lethal Machine guns that all suddenly spin on the turrets to aim at him. One of the Marines guarding the door steps forward.

GUARD #1
No civilians allowed.

Frank looks sheepishly down at his outfit, forgetting that he was wearing just ordinary clothes.

JOHNSON
Sorry. I'm the new guy.

The Guard takes a device and flashes it on Johnson's arm. A shot of the screen on the device shows that it is reading Frank's DNA pattern- confirming his identity and his purpose. He turns to another guard, this one sitting behind a desk lit up by lights and holographic projections of the compound and people inside it.

GUARD #1
(to Guard #2) He checks out. Let him through.

The second guard waves a hand over the desk and the turrets fall limp and lifeless again. Frank nods his head, and takes a cautious first step past the turrets before wandering through the gateway, taking his time as he soaks in every feature of the long tunnel leading inside to the Hangar Bay of the Sinai.

INT. SINAI HANGAR BAY

A look of absolute amazement immediately comes to Johnson's face as he steps into the vast bay- the camera begins to circle him as he continues to wander in, taking in the huge tanks, powerful weaponry and sleek spacecraft as they flow in to the Hangar Bay from various doorways. The camera circles onto Schneider as he walks up behind Johnson.

SCHNEIDER
Johnson. (He says in a friendly tone with a smile on his face, before it is broken when he realizes he has failed to get the new recruit's attention.) Frank Johnson?

JOHNSON
(Sounding like his mind is a million miles away as a particularly impressive and chunky tank rolls past) Yeah?

SCHNEIDER
Thought so- you can spot the new guy from a mile away. I'm Sergeant Schneider- I'm your Squad Commander.

JOHNSON
(Suddenly snapping out of his dream world) Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!

SCHNEIDER
Relax, Johnson. I don't care about 'Sirs'- I only care if you can get the job done. That fat ass O'Reilly says you're the best thing to come out of the Basement for decades- are you as good as they say, Soldier?

JOHNSON
Only one way to find out, Sir.

SCHNEIDER
(Smiles) I think you're going to fit right in here. If you cut out that sir **** that is. The Sinai launches in eight hours- I want to see you on the Course before then. You live up to your reputation, you can come along and observe what we do here.

JOHNSON
Tonight, sir? What about my wife? She-

SCHNEIDER
What are you saying, Johnson? You'd rather go home and play 'House' with wifey than be a Soldier? (laughs) Look, we don't fuck around on the Sinai, you better start rethinking your priorities if you want to stay here. Understand me, Soldier?

JOHNSON
Yes, Sir.

SCHNEIDER
Good. You'll find everything you need in the locker rooms at Beta quadrant. Be on the course in one hour.

JOHNSON
Yes, Sir.

SCHNEIDER
And Johnson- you're not in that shithole Basement anymore, so don't worry, your wife is going to be just fine.

INT. JOHNSON'S APARTMENT (SINAI HUB)

From the view outside the window, we can see we are in a tower, high over the Sinai Hub. The Administrator, his eyes still glued to his tablet berating him, his fingers moving rapidly over it just to keep up, talks at a furious pace and in a flat, curt tone, to a confused Fiona.

ADMINISTRATOR
Welcome to the latest in housing for the families of our fighting soldiers. Admiral Kurgen has personally insured the installation of the latest and best in household appliances to ensure the highest quality of life for the families who fight to ensure it for the rest of us.

FIONA
Appliances?

ADMINISTRATOR
Don't distract me.

The Administrator starts to list the various items in the house. He does so very quickly, each accompanied by a cut to a close-up of the described item, at an equally rapid pace.

ADMINISTRATOR
(Takes a very deep breath) Here is the kitchen- stove, oven, sink, blender, steamer, toaster, boiler dishwasher, garbage disposal- (The Administrator walks past the fiery futuristic device, walking into the next room, not stopping his long, rapid sentence to catch his breath) living room- television, stereo, network access point, massage sofas, water closet, bathing facilities, laundry washing, drying, steaming, ironing devices all right here. (Finally stopping, to state in a very grumbly tone) And your Clean-bot.

CLEAN-BOT
(A beaming smile on his digital face, with a wave of his short arms and in a cartoonish, exuberant tone) Hello!!!

ADMINISTRATOR
Any questions?

Fiona just stands there, looking completely confused and befuddled by the Administrator and the assortment of confusing gadgets filling her new home.

INT. LOCKER ROOM

Johnson takes his time as he drifts through the empty locker room, past the rows and rows of benches and stainless steel lockers- their doors completely featureless other than the shining metal and a single name neatly lasered into the surface. He smiles as he moves in front of the one marked 'JOHNSON'. Frank plants his hand on the steel, a glowing red line suddenly emerging in it, moving up and down underneath Frank's hand before it disappears. We hear the shifting of an unseen mechanism before the locker door pops forward and slides to one side, unveiling an armored Marine's uniform hanging proudly. Frank looks like this is a dream come true; his hand that reaches out absent-mindedly, taking hold of one of the arms and tracing it's fingers up the uniform's cool surface having to confirm that this was really happening.

Johnson is broken out of his thoughts as he hears a sound that echoes throughout the length of the locker room. Curious, Frank starts making his way past the rows of lockers and benches investigating, the noises growing louder until Frank stops- we hear the distinct sounds of a man and a woman having sex. Frank now walks very slowly, making sure each footstep is a silent one, before he carefully leans around the next row of lockers. A POV shot shows the locker giving way to two naked men fucking the mouth and the ass of a young, beautiful, black girl- her only modesty being a silver collar around her neck and silver studs piercing her nipples, glinting atop a pair of perky breasts. A reverse shot shows the absolute stunned and confused expression of Frank watching from behind the lockers.

The two men are both huge athletes, but even so, their penises still seem unnaturally large- both at least twelve inches and the biggest things Frank had ever seen. The girl with the flawless chocolate-colored skin and short, curly black hair that the Marine holds onto in his fist, grips onto the bench she is straddled over with white knuckles and squeals in pain with every forceful thrust of the foot-long cock pounding her ass. But she fucks like a star. With one bob of her neck, the full-length of the rock hard shaft of one cock is revealed, her glossy lips kissing the very tip for just a moment, before another bob of her neck sees the twelve or thirteen inches of dick disappear deep down the girls throat before she starts over again. Despite the extreme pain the monster up her ******* must cause her, she moves her wide hips in strong, distinct movements- her luscious ass coming down on the Marine's cock ferociously and in perfect time to receive the entire length.

The athlete ramming his cock down the throat of the girl leans his head back and moans before taking his impressive member out from between the girl's plump lips just in time to pump his gooey, white all over the girls face. She squeals and scrunches her flat, cute nose when most of the thick jism lands in her eyes, leaving the pearly white ooze rolling down her chocolate cheeks. The beautiful black girl, whose squeals of pain with each thrust smashing into her rectum are now much louder now she didn't have a huge cock in her throat, returns to sucking the tip of the softening dick, sucking up its leaking juices while the Marine, paying no attention to her, begins to towel down his sweaty body.

NAKED GIRL
(with the head of the cock still between her thick lips) Thank you, Sir. Do you wish I clean your seed from my whore face?

MARINE #1
No, Slut, I love watching the cum-addicts battle to lick it off.

Frank is caught off guard as the Marine suddenly steps away from the girl and heads towards Frank's direction.

NAKED MARINE #1
Oh, hey. She's good to go if you were waiting.

JOHNSON
(a little nervously) Oh, no, no thanks- I'm married.

NAKED MARINE #2
(in between two especially forceful thrusts of his cock up the squealing black girl) So am I.

NAKED MARINE #1
Oh, you must be the new guy. Don't worry, 'Fish'- what happens on the Sinai stays on the Sinai. C'mon Slut, tell 'Fish' here how much you want to suck his cock.

The girl's body rocks with each of the powerful thrusts, making her pert breasts bounce and leaving her whimpering in pain between her guttural moans. She looks over, her eyes glossed over by tears, as the cum covering her face starts to drip off her chin.

NAKED GIRL
(In between moans, she says a little ragged and unconvincingly) Please, Soldier, let me suck your fat, hard cock- I want to taste your cum on my lips, I want to feel your hot jizz splatter across my big tits! (she twists the stud on her breast and pouts her thick lips dripping with cum before she lets out another long, lusty moan)

NAKED MARINE #1
(Whispering to Frank) Best blow job you'll ever get.

JOHNSON
Ah, sorry, thanks for the offer, but I've got to be on the Course straight away. Schneider's orders. (Johnson turns and hurriedly makes his way back to his locker)

NAKED MARINE #1
(calling as Frank walks away from him quickly) Hey, this girl right here will give you more action than you'll ever find on that Course!!

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