Kings of Hell

Alyssa’s POV

The sound of heavy thumping bass shaking and vibrating the ceiling wakes me up, fog clouds past my vision… or strobe lights… mist… flashing lights… from far away…

I peel open my eyes and have a look where I am.

In bed. I look down at my naked body and I shuffle up to my elbows, with a very bad headache.

Outside the room is the mini bar and STRIKE where they all pour, sit and drink whiskey… they are celebrating something, saying some kind of toast.

I sit back against the pillows and look around, feeling shaky.

I…I thought FC… was obliterated.

I have no memory of how I got here or if I time travelled, but the fog in my brain was messing with my head. I lean back heavily into the pillows now, just keeping my breathing deep and slow… I focus… and my thinking soon clears a little more.

I remember Airen freezing STRIKE, including me.

My heart seizes… as I remember what was said “Don’t hurt my children. Leave Casey, Ariel and Sally out of it,” I begged him, only for Airen’s words, “I can’t do that. They’re freaks.”

No, no, no. Ariel, Sally and Casey… I hope they’re okay! I can’t wait to find out. I need to hear their voices.

I close my eyes and focus my memory.

Surely I have more memories that can answer where I am right now.

Wendy… her face flashes through my brain.

And then I get sucked deeper into a black space and voices. Just voices. Horrible, evil, putrid narcissists, discussing me, while I’m completely paralysed, and they operate on my brain. I can feel everything. They kept me immobilised but let me feel it all.

“You’re so precise with your incisions, Sammy. Who taught you to cut like that?”

“You know it was you, stop bragging, baby. Look, I’m no neurosurgeon and I don’t really care if I cause damage… but thanks... for the compliment… I guess.”

“Neither of us want Alyssa drooling and brain dead, remember, you want her helpless but functioning.”

“I know what I’m doing, Louis… I fucking hate this bitch, she thinks she’s better than me, but she’s just the hollow me. Fuck you, Alyssa,” Sammy knows I can hear her.

“Dale loved you, that’s why he made her,” Louis helpfully reminds her, in a low growl.

“I don’t care. I loved helping design them and raising them, I never really loved any of them like that, they were children, I was like their mother, and I love you, Louis.”

“Your ruthless heart is colder than mine. May I remind you; Kane is the reason we live, Sammy. He asked us not to hurt Alyssa in return for our reboot and restoration.”

“AI robots have curiosities far greater than our own. Kane is material to me, and you shouldn’t idealise him, robots are purely useful, they are not your friend. Who cares what he says. T-t-t-that’s a-a-a-ll. I’m done. It’s out – She – she – she’s completely g-g-g-g…

Some kind of glitch happens, where from that moment, memories burst and scatter, leaving me gasping from the memory of my brain’s survival reaction. It felt like my brain exploded, but it was my memories finding other places to hide, a place Sammy didn’t cut away before new brain matter regenerated. The problem was those memories of me got locked away so tight, so deep into my brain, I didn’t have a key to bring them back.

Until…

My moment with Casey on the rooftop…

In the vulnerable state Sammy and Louis reduced me too, I was preparing to kill them all, starting with Casey. Beyond shocked and feeling like I might puke, I roll out of the bed and stand up, nerves firing as I grab both sides of my head. Fuck, it hurts.

Rage is pouring through me. The memories are overloading me. Sammy is a fucking bitch who needs to stay dead. A bullet to the brain wasn’t enough?! My eyes catch a glint in the corner of my vision.

I notice a C-link on the bedside table and I pick it up, it’s Dales.

I scroll through the contacts. I’m going to call my children.

Nothing else matter and at least now I can focus.

I call Ariel first.

“Dale – ?” her sweet deep voice answers the phone, my heart blooms.

“Ariel, tell me you’re okay?” I ask.

“Yes, mum –” Ariel answers, a little breathless.

“I’ll call you back later, I just wanted to hear your voice and know you’re alive and well, I love you,” I hang up on her and my finger shakes as I quickly call Sally, my heart still wildly racing. I just need to confirm, right away, that all my children are alive and well.

Sally answers the call, and before she even speaks I ask, “Are you okay, Sally?”

“Mum!” Sally exclaims, “Yes, of course, have you lost your C-link, we can send you a new one that Aaron’s been developing in Avalon with Kane –”

“No thanks, sweetheart, it’s good to hear your voice, I’ll call you later, I love you so much,” I hang up and scroll to Casey.

I was completely panicked.

MUM!

I hear his voice, roaring my name.

Just as I fell off a building.

Just after I held a gun to his head, about to kill my own son.

I call him and I can’t breathe as I wait for his voice to acknowledge the call.

“Dale, that you? Hey. How’s Alyssa?” Casey speaks, and my lip trembles hard, he sounds calm enough, “…dad? Can you hear me? Is mum okay?”

“It’s me. I’m okay, I remember everything… I’m so sorry, Casey, I’m sorry –” as I tell him my voice keeps getting shakier and shakier, “Casey, I have to kill the bitch that did this to me – Sammy, she needs to fucking die –”

“Hey mum, slow down. Dad said you’d have brain fog for a few hours – tell me, how are you feeling?”

“You know me, Casey, I heal quicker than that,” I purse my lips.

For a few seconds, Casey is quiet.

“…good… mum… I’ll be honest, I thought you were dead for real when you fell and I couldn’t catch you quick enough, it was so random, I didn’t expect it…” Casey whispers, “…I thought… I’m sorry.”

“Casey, don’t apologise,” my voice hardens, “I was seconds from killing you, we need to talk about that.”

“There’s no way you would have. I know you, Alyssa.”

“It didn’t matter. This is serious. One more second and I would have pulled that trigger and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. My seizure backed me up, but Casey, this will never happen again. I want to promise you something, honey. Sammy and Louis… there will be nothing left… I’m going to need more than a bullet this time, but they will never breathe again, they will never come back to life again. Not this time. They’ve hurt this family too much. They’re the reason I almost killed my own son.”

“I’m alive. But mum, I’ll help you,” Casey surprises me, answering coolly, “Louis trusts me, I’ll lure him in.”

“I don’t want you to ever see him again,” I whisper, “I’ll work out something else.”

“…actually… Wendy…” Casey murmurs, “She’s a new Ultimate. They’ll want to see her. She’s the perfect bait. It’s her job in ULTRA anyway to conduct these kind of missions, we can put her to some use if she’s up for it.”

“What are you really suggesting?” I ask, “You sound like you have a plan already.”

“I’ve thought about this for a long time. We lure Louis… and Sammy… into a trap they’ll never suspect any foul play from. We’ll get them into STR1KE. We lock them in. We rig the car. We blow the car to hell. They’d never expect us to destroy STRIKE’s favourite ride. And we’ll build a new one.”

“…that’s not a bad plan,” I murmur, “Dale and I will help–”

“Mum, no offence, but when I said we, I didn’t mean you and STRIKE,” Casey lowers his tone, sounding smug, “I’m going to ask the Zeniths to set this up. If A.R.M.Y. want a piece of this, they’re welcome to join. I’ll call Wendy over and start to orchestrate the whole thing. V and I got this. Relax those pretty nails, Alyssa. You never have to worry about them again. Let the next generation handle it. Any special requests?”

“I love you, Casey. Just one. Don’t tell Sammy or Louis what’s going to happen to them, no gloating, no warning, just let them burn,” I murmur, emotionless, “I’ll let you handle this.”

“No mercy? Wow, that’s a surprise,” Casey jokes, “You got it, doll. I’ll handle it.”

“Don’t call me that, Casey,” I know he’s joking but I laugh anyway and he chuckles too.

As I’m smiling wide, I see shadows in the doorway and I decide I’m not going to tell STRIKE either as I glance over at them.

I’m just going to let destiny unfold on its own. Casey was old enough now, a man who could hold his own. He wanted to head this up and I had no issue.

“I got to go now, Casey,” I murmur and end the call.

My four beasts are shirtless and going for their belts, all eyeing me off like I’m about to be eaten up whole. They look at me expectedly.

“Kitten. Do us a favour. Pretend you’re asleep,” Dale slowly smirks, “Lie down, relax.”

“Yeah, doll, take it easy, your head must be sore,” Serge sparkles some lightning between his fingertips, “How you feeling?”

“Like she should be asleep,” Dale suggests, “Come on, doll… lie down.”

I look to Ace and Jose, as they wait patiently.

Casey told me Dale thought I’d have brain fog for hours.

He thinks I’m docile and confused. A rare thing now that my whole brain is firing correctly with no inhibitors.

Without saying a word, I nod and smile.

I’d play along, why not? This would be hilarious.

I turn back to the bed, giving them my naked backside as I face the sheets and lean down, crawling onto the bed, grabbing a pillow and laying my cheek on the side, closing my eyes and hugging the pillow. The material on the bed was infused with my DNA, it was resistant to being cut up by my hair and nails, so I relax, legs slightly bent, pussy visible.

Fuck brain fog.

But I wouldn’t mind getting fucked and not doing any of the work, either.

I hear them walk over.

Then I feel them.

Like some strange team moment, they all put a hand on me. My back. My ass. My shoulder. Dale puts his hand over my hand, squatting beside the bed.

I peer at him and Dale’s purple tyrian eyes catch mine while Jose is kneading my ass, Serge is tingling my skin with little painless shocks as Ace pets the small of my back.

“We’ll fuck you back to life, doll,” Dale tells me quietly, raising a brow, “…how does that sound…?”

Play along. Play along. But I… fuck it.

I.

Can’t.

Help.

Myself.

I give the game away as I murmur, husky and full of bratty attitude, “Hurry up then, you’re boring me, brain-fog-for-hours my ass, get the fuck on with it, President,” I flicker my eyes shut, turn around and place my cheek on the other side of the pillow. Effectively ignoring him and not caring about his response.

Dale’s hand goes from soft over mine, to clasping it harder.

“She’s back,” Dale’s voice doesn’t harden though, it goes so quiet. Adorable.

“Then none of you will mind, if her favourite beast takes the first ride,” Serge immediately slips off his belt and tosses it across the room loudly, jumping over my ass and straddling me, spreading my ass cheeks.

“Don’t mind me,” Ace pushes Dale aside and immediately lifts me up, positioning himself under me and lifting my hips up to lightning.

I go from relaxed to opening my eyes wide and rolling them to glare at Ace.

“I thought I was pretending to sleep,” I growl.

“Nah. You can work for it, doll,” Jose speaks up, appearing on my other side, he grabs my hand and places it around his cock, making me stroke it up and down.

I glare at Jose playfully, but I am happy to stroke his cock.

At the same time, Ace and Serge both fight to fuck my pussy first, shoving their dicks in at the same time – they stretch me so wide I can’t help but let out a feminine whimper and I raise my head as my neck arcs with my back.

I push back, initially I squeeze the two dicks pounding into me, while stroking Jose’s cock.

My tongue touches the top of my mouth, as I can’t help but close my eyes and let the rush in.

I loved them, I loved fucking them, and I was more than happy to take this.

Dale grasps my chin and pulls my face back toward him.

I open my teary eyes, expecting his cock.

Instead, I’m faced with wet tears staining Dale’s cheeks, and his gorgeous leopard eyes, glistening with more emotion. He looks me right in the eye, straight into my soul, then reads my face, looks at every portion of my expression and then his eyes land on my parted lips, moving in for the kill.

I open my mouth as Dale’s lips touch mine.

Dale kisses me hard, all while Ace has started to fuck in, as Serge pulls out, before Serge pounds back in and Ace pulls out – and so at all times I’m full, neither can I breathe nor part from our amazing kiss. However, I’m squeezing Jose a little too hard without meaning too.

“Gentle, please, doll,” Jose murmurs, all while Dale can’t stop kissing me, holding my face between his hands.

Well, he can stop, and actually does, for a small second.

Dale’s lips slip off mine, and his eyes glare up at Jose.

“Fuck her ass,” Dale orders it, then his mouth immediately finds mine again, and this time our tongues clash.

“Yes, boss,” Jose releases my hand and Serge shuffles to the side to make room for Jose to join my backside.

Meanwhile Ace holds my hips steady, helping to move me perfectly into position to receive another cock.

I feel his warmth join on my other side, and as I’m encased in their combined heat, Jose slowly presses his dick into my ass.

Two in my pussy.

One now fucking my ass.

And a kiss from the Lord of the Underworld himself, it’s the cherry on top for me.

I feel my eyes roll back.

I forget how to kiss, and instead I just moan.

Dale uses the break to put a thumb in my mouth, over my teeth.

I know what’s coming.

And I’m already cumming, over all three cocks thrusting into me, when Dale warms my cheek with his released cock, sliding it across my eyes, over my cheek, right into my mouth. Just like that, he bunches up my hair, the only one able to control my head like this.

Dale pulls my face right back and forces me to look up at him while I’m in the throes of an orgasm.

As we lock eyes, I stare down at his cock, just waiting to be worshipped.

He doesn’t move, I do.

I take his cock straight into my mouth, he removes his thumb and I bob my head back and forth, sucking him perfectly with every movement.

We always managed this. All my beasts and I. This perfect fuck, gyrating up and down or back and forward, at exactly the right moments, as a cock pushes into the hilt, or slides out, just to fuck back in and repeat the process.

Every nerve ending is on fire, and it never ends. It’s pleasure forevermore when they fuck me like perfectly tuned beasts.

Ace, Jose and Serge start to fuck me as hard as they can, and I struggle not to scream. Dale pulls my head forward and gags me shut with his dick down deep in my throat.

“Look at me, kitten,” Dale murmurs quietly, his thumbs running over my forehead, clearing any wisps of hair out of the way, I look up at him, with all the love I can muster, “Swallow it all, but I’m not going to stop fucking you.”

I nod by bobbing my head, and then swallowing as Dale cums.

I know him too well.

He knows me.

I feel his dick pulse, again and again, but Dale stays hard.

They all do. Like always, they’re hard to fucking please.

“Hey, Alyssa!” Serge calls out from behind, as he dumps his cum into my pussy, “We love you doll, and we’re proving it, right?” he snarls it with passion, “You better fucking thank us at the end of this, I swear. We do love you and you better fucking know it.”

“Lightning,” Dale drawls as he starts to face fuck me casually again, this time controlling the movements of my head at his desired pace, “…thank you brother…” they so rarely called each other that, I listen intently, “You deserve it, you saved our doll.”

“I know, boss,” Serge starts fucking me a bit faster, and I can hear his happiness, “Can’t lose this pussy. Can’t lose this tight pussy. It’s too good.”

“Oh I know,” Dale smirks, and then pulls me off his dick until I’m just suckling the head, and he speaks down to me, “If it makes you feel any better, kitten, memories or no memories,” Dale now drags my head forward slowly, gagging me with his cock, nice and deep, making a point until I’m at the base of his shaft and swallowing him into my throat, “Mm, slut, I’d have made all these memories again, one by one… until this was just natural once more. I’d turn that hatred you had of me into obsession. I had my plan. You wouldn’t escape me, doll. You’re never going to get away from me, or this, you belong to us.”

“Alert, alert, there’s a stalker in the building,” Ace calls out, “Someone punch Dale in the face,” I choke hard on Dale’s dick at that joke, and Ace murmurs, deeply amused, “You’re welcome, boss. And you’re welcome, goddess.”

“Thanks, shut up,” Dale scowls, “Fuck you, Alyssa,” he pulls out of my mouth and steps closer, “Open your mouth,” Dale orders me, and I obey, sticking out my tongue, Dale drops his balls into my mouth. He stands there, looking down at me, finally smiling, a true handsome smile, as I suck on them gently, eagerly, happily, “You love this, don’t you?” Dale whispers, “Even now?” with all my instincts in place? I know he’s curious if it’s natural still, or just an act. I wish it was just an act, but this is who I was.

I blush a little.

I had a full choice.

And my choice was still them.

I didn’t have to say it in words.

Although I choose to whisper it against his balls.

“Yes, boss,” and then I lick them, and I lick up his shaft and back down to his balls again, “Fuck my ass, Dale,” I ask him, “Please.”

“Kitten,” Dale leans down and whispers into my ear, “Never tell me what to do, because now your pussy is getting three dicks – and you’re not going to say a word, are you? Except yes, sir, thank you, sir.”

Dale doesn’t give me a chance to apologise, he leaves my face, and moves around to my back.

I look down at Ace, and I bite my lip as I place my cheek on his shoulder gently, bracing myself.

“We can’t hear you, doll,” Ace murmurs encouragingly, his knuckles brushing over my cheek gently.

“Come on, Kitten, don’t keep me waiting or I’ll get the belt –” Dale warns me not to delay.

“Yes, sirs, thank you, sirs,” I address them all, loud and clear.

“You’re welcome,” Serge murmurs to Dale, as he makes room for him to fit into my pussy. Their bromance was cute.

Dale clenches my ass with one hand, keeping me steady, “Good girl, you’re learning again,” he fits his dick in, stretching my pussy even wider.

Ohhh…oh no… I feel my nerves fire quicker, reacting, squeezing, as a hot rush floods my womb, I’m going to cum again, so fucking hard.

“We reward good behaviour,” Dale reminds them all, “…so be fucking ruthless and if our kitten passes out, we don’t stop until we’re done, and we’ll fuck her back awake anyway if we have to. Either way, we all win. Her pussy is ours, and the kitten gets her milk. Don’t you, whore? Move your hips Alyssa, come on darling, work,” he’s teasing, because I can barely move with four dicks inside me. All my attention was focused on climaxing continuously to empty their balls. Nothing else mattered.

But still. His words.

Dale’s dirty fucking words, do it every time.

They barely start fucking me altogether when I’m panting with another harsh and sharp climax.

And they keep fucking me, harder and harder.

I hold on for dear life onto Ace’s shoulders.

Every Ultimate dick stretches my pussy, with one in my ass. Every tender and sensitive spot is pressed and rubbed and the extreme pleasure I feel is overwhelmingly constant.

I’m a fucking slut… for this.

I couldn’t live without this –

My beasts get smart though. Smart asses.

Those cheeky fucks… STRIKE start to fuck me simultaneously, each cock rams inside me at the same time, thrusting in as deep as they all can, over and over.

Harder.

Even deeper.

Until – I’m fucking ravaged.

I hear Jose speak for all of them as they all cum, even though they’ll stay hard for as long as they want to own me, because they’re fucking super soldiers who don’t stop until the war is over. And they were all going to war over this pussy.

“We love you, Alyssa, because you’re a good whore, our whore,” Jose’s tattooed hands run over my ass cheeks and hips, caressing me, “But as much as I love you, lift your ass up. Don’t give up. We’re not done with you yet.”

“I’ll help,” Ace hoists me up, so they can keep fucking me harder.

I keep making weird noises of pleasure.

Words evade me.

I’m in prison.

In this moment.

I’m in their cell getting completely fucking owned.

I know I’m owned.

I know I’m theirs.

I know, I can never escape this, and I know, I never want to.

I’d die for them. We’d all die for each other, it’s just how we rolled.

Loyalty.

To the Gang.