The Eden Virus [Part 12]
By M. Greene published February 14, 2018
Alternative Ending: For those who prefer the dark side [you have been warned] Please note that changes from the previous version start in chapter 31.
Chapter 30: Year 2, Day 250
“This won’t hurt,” the doctor was saying, but Ed didn’t believe him. The shots had all hurt so far and this one would probably be no exception… He tried to concentrate on something outside this terrible gleaming white hellhole and thought about Bazz and the farm. Walking together through the apple orchard in the spring… Long, lazy, sensuous love-making on their bed… That time up at the high pasture when they had helped Molly deliver her two baby calves in the middle of a heavy summer rainstorm… He smiled. They had both gotten soaked, but neither of them had cared…
“There we go…”
The sharp pricking sensation in Ed’s upper arm brought him back to the horrific reality of his present situation. He was strapped down to a gurney in some kind of medical facility. There were no windows in the room, so it was impossible to determine the time of day. An armed guard stood by the door and Ed had given no consent to these injections or any of the other treatments he had received, so he knew that this was no ordinary hospital. What the fuck were they doing to him in here?
For the first few days after his arrest he had been treated quite well. They had locked him in the basement of Diamond’s palace, but it had been a comfortably furnished room with a working DVD player so that he was able to watch a whole load of movies he had not seen for years. He had been fed decent food and allowed out to exercise in the yard once a day. Diamond had visited him a couple of times, but Ed had not been able to get much sense out of him. For some reason he could not fathom, the Governor seemed angry with both him and Bazz. He kept pacing around going on about how he was better than Bazz and smarter too… The guy seemed fixated on his husband and came across as a bit crazy, if he was honest…
Then, one morning, he had woken up in this small medical room, with no memory of how he had gotten here. He suspected that they must have drugged his food or something… What he really wanted to know was what they were planning to do to him and when they were going to let him go home…
What the fuck? Now the doctor was covering his head with some kind of visor, blocking off all sight and sound. What the hell were they doing to him now? He struggled against the thick leather straps that bound him to the gurney, but in vain. There was no way he could get loose…
Light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes and he saw that his entire field of vision was filled by a bright screen. Words appeared… What did they say? Reprogramming? He immediately shut his eyes, but an urgent voice in his ears began repeatedly telling him to open them again. Unfortunately, he could not shut his ears off… He decided that he would just ignore the requests and keep his eyelids firmly closed… The voice was very insistent though… It just kept saying the same thing over and over: ‘open your eyes and watch the screen…’ Maybe he should… Perhaps if he did as he was told they would let him go home…
He opened his eyes and was immediately rewarded with a rush of endorphins that felt like an orgasm sweeping through his entire body. Damn, but that felt good… The voice was praising him too, telling him what a good slave he was… No! He didn’t want to be a slave! Stubbornly, he shut his eyes again and received a blast of stabbing, excruciating pain in what felt like every nerve ending he possessed. Fuck! He opened his eyes and the pain abruptly ceased. “Well done, slave…” the voice was saying again…
“How long does the process take?” Tyrese asked.
“It varies from subject to subject, Lord Master,” Doctor Pussy said, examining the data on the monitor screen carefully, “but now he’s obeyed the initial instruction to open his eyes and receive visual stimulation, it will probably be complete within twenty-four hours.”
Tyrese nodded. “Good.” He checked the notes at the foot of the gurney to which Creed was secured. “He will be guard Z32, I see.”
“Yes, Lord Master. Your army of totally obedient soldier slaves is gradually growing…”
“The steroid shots have massively increased his bulk. I’m impressed; you’ve done well, Pussy…”
Pussy beamed and bowed his shaved head in gratitude. “Thank you, Lord Master…”
Tyrese turned towards the door. Watching someone lying motionless on a gurney with a visor over their head was of limited interest and he was already bored. “Let me know when he’s ready for duty,” he said. “I’m going to go have some lunch…”
The voice was asking him more questions about his early childhood now. If he answered truthfully he was made to feel real good. If he lied or tried not to think of what it asked him about, he got zapped with pain. “Think about the first day at school…” Ed pictured walking across the playground. He was holding mom’s hand real tight… He felt the endorphins kicking in again and smiled. Then the memory was gone. The voice asked him to think again of the same memory, but he simply could not. Everything was now a total blank. He felt his dick stiffen as an even bigger wave of pleasure swept through him. “Year 5 data eradicated. It is rewarded…”
It was fried chicken and salad today, one of his favourite meals. Tyrese ate with relish and then, leaving the bitches to clear up, went to his study to smoke a cigarette in peace. To his irritation, the intercom on his desk buzzed after only a few seconds.
“A letter has arrived for you by courier from Duke Lamar, Boss.”
“Okay, Derrick; bring it in to me…”
The letter was handwritten on good quality notepaper and came with a bottle of Courvoisier. Tyrese chuckled as he placed the brandy in the bottom drawer of his desk. He liked Lamar; the brother knew how to pay proper tribute and respect. Lighting up another cigarette, he read the letter.
“He wants to return my hospitality and has invited me to pay him a state visit to his crib out west…”
Derrick bowed his head. “Word is dat the mountains is real beautiful, Boss…”
Tyrese nodded. “Yeah, why not? I could do with a break from the city, I guess.” He handed the letter to Derrick. “Have one of the clerks write back and say we’ll come over for one night in a few days.”
“I think next Friday would be cool. Make sure they lay on enough accommodation for me, you and the bitches…”
“What about security, Boss?”
“I’ll take twenty of the new zombie guards; they don’t need beds.”
Derrick bowed low. “Yes, Boss…”
“Year 25 eradicated. It is rewarded.” That felt so great… “Now think about the first year of marriage…” He remembered making love to Maria for the first time on their honeymoon in St Louis. Folks didn’t go on fancy foreign honeymoons back before the war… They had returned to the farm after only three days to help Ma and Pa with the harvest. That had been the year Grandma died… “Year 26 eradicated. It is rewarded…” Shit… The feelings flowing through his body were so good… “Now think about the early years of marriage…”
Tyrese spent two hours working out in his private gymnasium, followed by some fun with the bitches in the pool. After the sex was over, he had the bitches wash him and then help him dress formally for dinner. His guest tonight was a visiting army officer from one of the Washington factions that hoped for his military support. The leader of the delegation was Colonel Oliver Redfern, a Caucasian with a smooth, muscled body who Tyrese would have found attractive were it not for the man’s huge tusks and long bull’s horns.
“You have a very impressive establishment here, Governor Diamond,” Redfern said, spooning the last morsel of strawberry mousse into his wide mouth.
Tyrese bowed his head gracefully and signalled to Shanghai to pour his visitor another glass of dessert wine. “I am fortunate that my state is both peaceful and well-defended…” It always paid to let rivals know how strong you were…
“All due to your incredible leadership qualities, so I have heard,” Redfern replied. Word of Diamond’s tyrannical rule had reached as far as Washington. In the short time he had been here, the colonel had seen enough evidence of the slavery, the brutality and the public crucifixions to know that the terrible rumours were all true. His orders were to get Diamond to back their side in the Civil War. With the support of his troops they would soon secure the White House and then they could sweep Diamond and his cruel regime away…
“Memories eradicated… The unit is rewarded… Rebooting…” The unit writhed in ecstasy on the gurney. It had given up the last part of its history and was a blank slate. It was presently being rewarded and would soon be ready for reformatting…
Tyrese sighed as he lay back on the silk sheets of his kingside bed and felt London and Lagos gently tugging off his tight leather leggings. The dinner had gone very well indeed. Redfern had been impressed by his power and had returned home with a full belly and a few vague promises of possible future military aid. Interestingly, it seemed that Washington had instituted a system of gold coinage as a way of reintroducing currency to replace crude barter as a means of exchange. Tyrese was seriously considering lending a small number of troops in return for some of their gold bullion reserves. If money did finally come back, he wanted to be the one in control of it…
“Shanghai, suck Master Daddy…”
Tyrese smiled. Her mouth felt so good around his junk; he could feel her long straight hair tickling his thighs. He would cum soon and then fall into a blissful sleep to be ready for his next exciting day as Lord High Master of this state. Life was so good…
“Unit Z32 programming is complete…”
Pussy removed the visor, disconnected the monitor wires and the drip feed and then undid the restraining straps. “Unit Z32 reboot…” he said to the new guard.
Z32’s eyes snapped open. “Unit Z32 is fully functional with zero damage. It will require nutrition in 2.4 hours. It will require hydration in 1.2 hours. It will require bowel evacuation in 3.1 hours. It will require bladder evacuation in 0.1 hours.” The stare was blank and the voice was a flat monotone with no expression whatsoever.
“Order code 2: unit Z32 must stand up…”
“Oder copied…” Z32 got to its feet and stood to attention, staring straight ahead.
“Order code 2: unit Z32 must proceed to the processing suite to evacuate its bladder and equip itself…”
“Orders copied…” The guard turned and marched out into the corridor. It knew exactly where it was going as a blueprint of the facility had been loaded into its memory banks along with various other imperatives and protocols.
Chapter 31: Year 2, Day 255
The Governor’s car was a stretched white limousine with plenty of room for his four bitches to entertain him in the back as well as a fridge and a fully stocked liquor cabinet. Derrick drove and enjoyed watching the Boss sipping on an iced brandy as one of his sexy whores sucked his dick. Their vehicle was accompanied by no less than twenty zombie guards, half of them in a military truck driving behind them and the rest on motorbikes as outriders all around.
They made good time, arriving at the small town the Duke used as his capitol just before three pm. Their convoy drew to a halt outside a large church in the centre of the main street which Lamar had converted into his palace. A large crowd of local men had gathered to greet them, and, to Derrick’s relief, very few of them carried any weapons.
Duke Lamar prostrated himself in homage as Tyrese stepped out of the limo onto the red carpet that ran right up to the main door of the palace.
“Welcome to the Western Counties, Lord High Master,” Lamar said, sitting up on his knees and ceremoniously licking a few drops of man-gel from the Governor’s erect manhood. The crowd cheered as Tyrese raised the Duke to his feet and gave him an affectionate kiss on the mouth.
“I’m very happy to be here, my brother,” Tyrese said. “Please lead the way…”
The Duke walked into his palace through the double doors, followed by the Governor and his four mincing bitches.
The two guards on either side of the door looked at each other, winked and quickly pulled the doors closed.
Derrick only just managed to avoid the doors slamming shut in his face. “What the meaning of dis?” he spluttered, turning to one of the sentries. “Let me in at once!”
Sven smiled. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible; the Duke wants some quality time alone with the Governor…”
Derrick opened his mouth to issue a command to the twenty guards behind him, but before he could do so he sank down onto his knees. He felt so fucking dizzy and weird…
Axel threw the used hypodermic needle into a nearby hedge and watched with satisfaction as Derrick crumpled face forwards onto the palace steps. “That should keep him out of our hair for a while…”
Sven nodded towards the motionless guards standing in the driveway. “Will they cause us any problems, do you reckon?”
Axel shook his head. “I shouldn’t think so; they’ve received no orders and they cannot see any threats to their Master.”
Sven chuckled. “It’s just as well they don’t have x-ray vision, isn’t it?”
Inside the palace, Tyrese was led by Duke Lamar across the lobby and through another set of double doors into what had once been the main part of the church. It was now a long throne room, with a red and gold carpet leading up the chancel steps to where the ornate seat of state stood. Tyrese was halfway towards the throne when he realised that it was actually occupied by someone. He glanced at Lamar walking beside him. If Lamar was here, then who…? He looked up at the throne again. Oh no… It was Bazz…
“Welcome to my palace, brother,” Bazz said, rising to his feet. “How good of you to pay a visit to your King…”
Tyrese gasped and tried to turn around, but his arm was gripped firmly by Lamar. Bazz bounded down the steps and grabbed hold of his horns. No! Not again! Where was Derrick? Where were his zombie guards?
Bazz grinned evilly as he held Tyrese suspended in the air about a foot from the ground. “Don’t worry, Bro - I ain’t gonna fuck your sorry ass again - but you and me is gonna have a serious chat about status; you get me?”
Tyrese gulped. The all-powerful musk was already pushing its aromatic tentacles into his nose and mouth. His dick shrivelled and he could feel man-gel pouring out of his ass like he was a total bitch. The sad truth was that he wanted to be fucked and was disappointed that Master had said this wasn’t going to happen…
Bazz licked Tyrese’s face a few times with his long tongue. “I was a fool to let you crawl away the last time, bitch, but I’ve learned my lesson. Now get on your knees while I mark you…” He let go of Tyrese’s horns and watched with satisfaction as the nigga punk immediately prostrated himself. He had deliberately saved up a bladder full of piss in readiness for this moment and now he let it all go. The powerful yellow stream hit Tyrese right smack in the middle of his forehead and then began soaking the cunt’s chest.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The four tranquiliser darts all hit Bazz in the upper part of his massive chest. Bazz looked down at the pieces of barbed metal sticking into his pectoral muscles, his eyes widening with astonishment. He looked at the Barbie-doll bitches standing behind their crumpled master. All four of them were still pointing small pistols at him.
“Fire!” London screamed in her high-pitched voice.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The next four darts all hit him in the belly. Bazz howled and turned, his urine stream spraying over the floor. He tried to stagger towards the door behind the throne which led to Lamar’s apartment suite, but the drug was starting to affect him now and everything was turning black…
As Bazz collapsed onto the floor, Lamar grabbed hold of London and tried to pin her arms, but two of the other bitches joined in the struggle and managed to wrestle all four of them to the ground.
Tyrese sat up and wiped some of the piss from his eyes. He was still affected by Bazz’s musk and could not think straight…
Lagos landed a hefty kick in Lamar’s stomach with her right stiletto and then ran back down the church towards the main entrance. Bursting out onto the front steps, she screamed at the twenty zombie guards standing to attention nearby. “Help your Lord Master! Help Master Daddy!”
A bearded white man grabbed hold of her and tried to put his hand over her wide open mouth. “Neville! What the fuck are you doing?”
Lagos kneed the interfering bastard in the nuts. Gasping, he let go of her and fell to his knees. She ran back inside the building, closely followed by the nearest four zombie guards. From outside she heard the sound of gunfire as the remaining guards began shooting at the traitorous western townsfolk…
Bazz opened his eyes. He felt like shit… He looked around. He was in what looked like a police holding cell. One wall of the cell consisted of prison bars and he could see the main room of the station beyond with its tattered wall posters and dusty abandoned terminals. A massive armed guard was standing near the sliding door with his back turned to him. If he could just sneak up behind him…
Fuck! His wrists and ankles were manacled and chained to the wall! He tried to move, but the chains prevented him from moving more than a foot and made a fuck of a lot of noise as rattled them. The guard slowly turned around. Thank God! It was Ed! Had they somehow won? “Ed! Help! Get me out of here!”
Ed looked at him, but without warmth or recognition. His grey eyes looked blank somehow and what was that tattooed on his forehead? Z32? What the fuck had happened to him?
“Ed? Can you hear me? Ed! Snap out of it, for Christ’s sake!”
“It will remain silent. Does it copy?” It was Ed’s voice, but completely flat and without expression.
Bazz shook his head slowly from side to side. What the fuck had they done to his husband? “It’s me, Ed… Your Bazz… Don’t you know me?”
“It will remain silent. Does it copy?”
Bazz slumped back down onto the cell floor. Tears began to prick his eyes. The fucking bastards…
A door slammed in the distance and several sets of footsteps grew louder as a group of men. Bazz looked up. It was Diamond and Derrick with four armed, blank-eyed guys that looked very similar to Ed. The two black men wore surgical masks over their noses and mouths so that when they spoke, their voices were muffled.
“Good try, nigga, but I’m afraid your sad lil’ coup attempt failed,” Tyrese said, his olive-green eyes flashing with anger. “Lamar is hanging from a tree outside and now it’s your turn to be punished.” He snorted derisively. “Apart from a few unfortunate casualties, your homies are once again all loyal subjects of their Lord High Master.” He grinned behind the mask. “My musk is all-powerful, you see…”
Bazz’s eyes flashed red with defiance. “Mine’s stronger,” he growled. “Otherwise you wouldn’t need those pussy masks on your ugly mugs…”
Tyrese bowed his head. “Unfortunately, that is presently so, but it’s a small problem that can be very easily rectified…” He clicked his fingers and one of the guards stepped forward and handed him a very sharp scalpel. “Once your balls come off, you won’t have that musk of yours anymore, bro…”
Tyrese handed the blade through the cell bars to Z32. “I think it would be fun if your ex-hubby performed the operation, don’t you?”
Bazz struggled against his bonds, but the chains were so short that he could not move his hands to protect his manhood.
“It copies…” Z32 stepped closer to Bazz. Without any hesitation, the guard grabbed hold of Bazz’s scrotum and pulled his huge balls away from his body.
“Ed… Please… No!”
The scalpel descended and the screaming began…
Chapter 32: Year 3, Day 1
Colonel Redfern prostrated himself before the Emperor and his magnificent court. Behind him, some of his men removed the cloth from the bars of gold bullion they had brought from Washington as payment for the loan of forty thousand troops.
Emperor Tyrese rose from his throne and stood over the colonel. “You know what to do, cracker,” he said softly, staring down at him with his catlike olive-green eyes.
The colonel obediently licked a little man-gel from the Imperial Cock.
From behind the ornate diamond-encrusted throne, the four Empress-Bitches began the applause, which was quickly echoed by the other kneeling members of the court. The Imperial Council members: Derrick, Asshole, Pussy, Cakes and Bubble-Butt, all clapped for dear life, along with Sven, Axel and the Emperor’s other domestic servants. Everyone knew that, through this gesture of submission by Colonel Redfern, Tyrese Diamond would soon rule in Washington. Within months, once the rebel forces were defeated, all of the Atlantic seaboard states would surely submit to the peace of his wise rule and the civil war would finally come to an end. Then they could all start to build a bright future for themselves…
Only the Z-Series Guards stood silent and emotionless at the back of the audience chamber.
“Come, Colonel,” the Emperor said, once he judged that a sufficient quantity of his gift had been ingested. “I would like to show you the new wing I am building on the east side of my palace, overlooking the harbour…” He gave the long lead he held in his right hand a sharp tug. “Come on Bazzy, come on girl…”
Bazzy, the Emperor’s pet ape, screamed with excitement and bared her long simian teeth. She loved going for a walk and knew she always got a banana treat afterwards. For a few seconds, she screeched and beat her chest excitedly with her massive cupped fists. Then, as the pull on the collar around her neck became more insistent, she lolloped on all fours after her beloved Master.