Degradation of the Human Condition
Prologue

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/ft, Drunk/Drugged, NonConsensual, Rape, Reluctant, Slavery, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Hermaphrodite, Fiction, Science Fiction, Were animal, BDSM, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Rough, Sadistic, Torture, Anal Sex, Bestiality, Cream Pie, Double Penetration, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Violent,

Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: Prologue - Pervasive Reads 31: Posthuman Duology 1: How far will one reporter go for the truth? Does she have a plan of escape should she be captured? And just how far does the syndicate's hand reach?

The rain drizzles down at a light, steady pace. Gwen scans the block, searching for the best route through the throng of people, vehicles and obstacles. She does not really mind getting wet, but today is a work day and getting her clothes soaked before making it to work is not on her list of things to do.

Gwen sighs. There is not going to be any easy way through the rain. With a cursory shake of her head, the young blonde woman steps off the sidewalk and onto the crosswalk. Immediately, she is hit by rain. It is light, a consolation for having to walk to work. It hits her face first, sending a cool feeling through her. It could be worse. I could be getting drenched.

The last time it rained during a work day, Gwen got drenched. It was so bad that for the better part of the morning she had to sit soaking wet and miserable. Not only did she have to wait for a break to go out and by a new set of clothes, but she had to wait for it to stop raining. And that day, it didn’t seem like it was going to ever stop!

Today is not bad. It is actually somehow invigorating for Gwen. The young woman has always enjoyed getting wet. In fact, anything to do with water, she is down for. Except when it comes to her going to work in it and that is today. She cracks a smile as she shifts left and right through the crowd. She thinks of the water as a way of washing away everything that has happened to her lately and that includes her ex-boyfriend, Rob.

Rob had been one of the best moments of her life and the worst.

He came into her life at a rough time. Gwen’s father had just died and she had no one to fall on. Her mother had died when she was real young, so young that Gwen barely remembers her. Rob was there to lift her up and support her. They soon became lovers, moved in together and even discussed marriage. And then, one day, everything changed.

Gwen had fallen under Rob’s spell for a time. She weathered his abuse, lies and put downs until finally, she could not take any more of it. Last night was the fight of a lifetime. It left Gwen tired and weary but it also left her alone. And this time, alone is not such a bad thing. This time, being alone means freedom and Gwen never realized just how good that felt. The rain is here to finally wash it away, and as her smile grows bigger she wishes it would rain just a little harder.

Gwen is feeling so good that her hunger has returned. She glances at her watch, seeing she has plenty of time to stop off somewhere to grab a bite to eat. She cuts down the sidewalk to the right. There is a little stand just a block over, that makes the best breakfast sandwiches in the city. The crowd thins a bit, but there is a good-sized line when she reaches the stand. While the rain is feeling good on her skin, Gwen is happy that there is a canopy for the merchant’s guest to stand under.

The young woman stares across the street and falls into a lull as she replays the events from the night before in her head. She cannot help but smile at herself, and the bravery she had to stand up against Rob. She had always been confident with herself and had never let a man rule her. Somehow Rob managed to break that resolve into pieces, but she pulled herself up and out of the rubble to face him.

“Gwen?” a voice says, drawing the young woman out of her reverie. “Oh my goodness! It is you, Gwen!”

Gwen looks at the woman, not recognizing her immediately. “Oh shit!” she replies once she remembers. “Hera? I haven’t seen you since...”

“Since you worked over at Starr Marketing,” the slightly older woman finishes.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Gwen confirms. “Are you still over there?”

Hera shakes her head. “No, I stayed for a few months after you left. And then I came across a new opportunity that I just couldn’t pass up.”

“So how long has it been?” Gwen asks. “And where are you now?”

Hera bites her bottom lip and casts her eyes upward for a moment as she thinks. “It’s had to be what, six years now?”

Gwen laughs. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Sheesh, time flies doesn’t it?”

“Yes it does,” the older woman agrees. “Are you still in marketing?”

Gwen’s smile fades slightly. “I am. I mean I thoroughly enjoy doing it, but...”

“But you’re still not where you want to be, right?” Hera interrupts, placing her hand on the other’s arm. “I know what that’s like. I had this asshole doing everything her could to keep me from advancing. Finally I just said fuck it and I left.”

“I’ve thought about it myself,” Gwen admits.

“So why haven’t you?” Hera inquires.

Gwen drops her head in a brief nod. When she raises it to look at the woman, she has a smile on her face again, one bigger than the last. “I’m sticking it out. I’m working on something big that I think will impress the boss enough to give me a new position.”

“You think so?” Hera asks. Gwen nods. Hera clicks her tongue and says, “I think you’ll do it. You were real good when you worked under me.”

“Well, thank you,” Gwen says, her smile growing even larger.

“No, you definitely deserve it,” Hera says, returning the smile. “Say, what are you having?”

“I’m going with the Sarilla Special,” Gwen says with a grin as she pulls out her wallet.

“Haha, good choice,” Hera says. “Tell you what. I’m going to buy you breakfast.”

Gwen quickly throws her hand onto the other woman’s arm and gives a slight pull. “Oh no, you don’t have to do that!”

Hera cups Gwen’s hand. “It’s the least I can do. I haven’t seen you in a while and you deserve it.”

“Are you sure?” Gwen asks.

Hera nods. “You can repay me later.”

Gwen nods, not really knowing how or when she’ll repay the woman. They get their food and sit down at one of the two tables under the canopy. They talk about things that have happened since they worked together—mostly about Gwen and Rob. Gwen stays aware of the time she has, balancing her time between talking and eating.

“So you just booted the bastard out last night?” Hera asks, grinning mischievously.

“Yes, I most certainly did,” Gwen answer, beaming with pride. She glances at her watch and frowns. “Well, shit. I have to go or I’ll be late for work.”

“Well, we certainly do not want that,” Hera replies with a smile. “We’ll catch up later, when we both have more time.”

“Alright,” Gwen says, standing up and gathering up her trash. “That sounds good.”

Gwen leaves the stand, walking back toward the street she deviated from earlier. In her head dance thoughts of their conversation and those of what the future has waiting for her. With Rob out of her life, an old friend back in it, and the means for the promotion she has been working on, Gwen is ready for what is to come. Halfway back, she suddenly remembers that she never got a number or a means to contact Hera. She doesn’t even know where her friend works!

She spins around, nearly trampling over another passerby. “Oh shit,” she groans. “I’m so sorry!”

The passerby, a red-headed woman, grumbles, “It’s alright. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Gwen asks, feeling bad about running into the woman.

“Yeah, yeah,” the woman grumbles. Without another word, or even a glance, she continues on as if Gwen doesn’t even exist.

Gwen frowns. Quickly, she turns it into a smile as she strains to see through the crowd, toward the stand and the table she and Hera were sitting at. That new smile quickly drops back into a frown when she doesn’t see any sign of the brunette anywhere.

“Well fuck,” she groans.

Gwen spins back around, this time watching out for other pedestrians and heads for work. Her thoughts keep her a bit distracted, and she has to work to quell the thoughts while concentrating on walking. By the time she enters the building she has them down to a dull roar. She passes Jerry, the security guard, flashes her ID card and then heads for the elevators.

The wait for the elevators seems to take forever, and Gwen has to do something to calm the random and exciting thoughts threatening to spill back out and swirl around her head again. So, with her arms folded across her chest, she twirls her body back and forth, looking this way and that. This goes on for a few long moments before she catches her reflection on the elevator doors. For those few long moments, she looked like an antsy child, high on sugar.

She sticks out her tongue at herself, she just can’t help it. There is just something about how things are going for her that has her bubbling with childlike enthusiasm. This is when she notices someone peering at her from behind a door behind her. A hand appears and wiggles at her, gesturing for her to come to him. Gwen frowns and spins around to look at the man. She can’t believe who she sees.

Instantly, Gwen is angry. She feels her face burn with heat. Balling her hands into fists, she stomps off from the elevators and over toward the man. “Rob!” she shouts a whisper, trying hard not to attract any unwanted attention. “What the fuck are you doing here? I told you I was done with you and your bullshit!”

By the time she reaches the door, Gwen is ready to throw fists and words at the man, but she never has the chance. Rob reaches out to put his hand around her head and over her mouth. And before Gwen has an opportunity to resist, a knife comes up against her throat.

“Come quietly or I’ll kill you,” he growls.

Gwen is terrified as she is pulled into the closet and thrown to the floor. Rob is on her in an instant. He forces her onto her belly. He reaches up and grabs a roll of duct tape from the shelf and quickly bounds her wrist behind her back. Gwen wants to scream, but she isn’t sure if Jerry would get to her in time, let alone even hear her.

“What are you doing?” Gwen asks with a trembling voice.

“Just shut the fuck up,” Rob says in a tone quite opposite of hers. “If you don’t keep your fucking mouth shut, I’ll fucking tape the damn thing shut. You fucking understand?”

Gwen sobs and nods as best as she can. She dares not try to answer verbally because she doesn’t know if she can without making too much noise.

Rob hovers over her again, placing his knife to her throat again. “Now get the fuck up,” he commands.

Gwen gets up awkwardly. With her arms bound and a knife to her throat, she is too terrified to struggle or resist.

“Get on your knees,” Rob demands next.

She does as told as the large burly man yanks down his zipper. His already hard cock springs from his boxers. He grips it firmly and presses it to the woman’s lips.

“I didn’t get to fuck you one last time last night,” he growls venomously. “So I’m going to fuck you now. Let’s begin with you sucking my fucking dick.”

Gwen isn’t going to allow herself to be raped, so she does not open her mouth.

“You either suck my fucking dick or I will kill you and then skull fuck you.”

“Are you going to kill me anyway?” Gwen dares to ask.

“Not if you behave,” the man answers.

Gwen swallows hard and then opens her mouth. Rob places his hand on the back of her head and pressing her roughly onto the head of his erection.

The young woman begins to cry as the cock enters her mouth. She feels ashamed. It such a short few moments all the excitement and pride is gone. She tries her hardest to please him as she moves her tongue all around his cock. Rob already knows what to expect because she has given him blow jobs many times, but what makes this session better are the tears. He particularly loves the tears.

“You’ve always known how to suck a dick,” he murmurs.

The comment makes Gwen even more ashamed knowing it is true.

“Oh fuck,” Rob groans. “I’m going to cum all over that pretty little face of yours.”

Just after the words leave his mouth, he pulls his cock out of the woman’s mouth and blasts her face. His sticky white cum lands in her hair and on her cheek and chin. Some of it even drips down onto her blouse.

“Please leave me alone now,” Gwen says sobbing, cum still dripping down her face.

“I can’t do that, babe,” Rob says. “I’ve still got to get into the pussy one more time.”

“No, no, no,” she says shaking her head. “You can’t. I can’t...”

“Shh,” he says, placing his finger to her lips. “You can and you will.”

Gwen doesn’t want to. She begins to struggle and is about to scream when she feels the knife press against her neck again. Rob quietly shakes his head and then lifts her and tosses her back down to the floor. He crawls over her and shoves the blouse up, showing off her black bra that seems to barely contain her sexy breasts. With his knife, he slices the straps and pulls the bra free, exposing her beautiful breasts. With a wicked grin, Rob begins to squeeze and pinch them. He moves his mouth to her nipple and sucks it before switching to the other.

After spending about a minute on each, Rob abandons Gwen’s breasts and moves to her feet. Gwen has already lost one of her high heels and now he removes the second. He runs his hands all over her pantyhose clad legs and feet.

“I’m going to miss these,” he whines. He casts his gaze upward toward her pussy and grins. “You’re already wet, you filthy fucking whore.”

Gwen just stares blankly at the man, eyes red from crying. She wonders just how her body could betray her like this. She was feeling pleasure from Rob ministrations on her breasts.

“Oh,” she says involuntarily as her attacker touches her clit with his thumb. Maybe I should have worn panties today. With all this attention and fear, it has kind of given her an added excitement and now finds herself nearing orgasm, even though she truly does not want to.

Rob scoots in and flicks his tongue against her entrance. This quick, little action puts her over the edge.

“Ahh!” she exclaims as loud as she could without being too loud and alerting anyone on the opposite side of the closet door. She climaxes, her juices soaking the pantyhose. And she feels even more ashamed than before.

Rob doesn’t waste any time, nor does he give her a chance to recover. He grips the pantyhose and begins to tear at them, stripping them from her legs in tatters. When he is done, he lifts her legs and rests them on his shoulders. He slides in close to her, placing his rock hard erection at the entrance to her pussy.

“Please don’t,” Gwen begs.

“I’ve taken you like this many time before,” Rob counters. “This time is no different.”

“But it is different,” Gwen protests. “I don’t want...”

Rob shoves his cock into her cunt, effectively cutting off her sentence of protest. He thrusts himself as deep as he can. Gwen starts sobbing again, knowing that he is going to take whatever he wants to from her. Rob grunts and grins with each wild and reckless thrust.

“Please don’t cum in me,” she cries. It is bad enough he has taken her the way he has, but the thought of him cumming in her ever again is revolting.

Rob chuckles. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll be sure to cum deep inside you.” He then shoves as far into her as he can and orgasms.

Gwen looks dehumanized and is crying heavily. After leaving all the cum he can inside her, Rob pulls out.

“Clean my dick with your mouth,” he orders, placing his softening cock against her lips.

Giving up the fight, Gwen uses her tongue to clean his flaccid member. The action gets him hard again, drawing out moans from the man.

“Now look what you did,” he says grinning. “Now I’m going to need to take the ass of yours.”

Gwen’s eyes widen in fear. She has never let him or any other man go there. “No, no,” she whines. “Please, no...”

Rob continues as if her protests are unheard. He rubs in some of her juices and his saliva onto her rear entrance. Once satisfied that she has enough, he presses his cock against her tight hole and shoves his hips forward as hard as he can. He slips completely inside and just as the shock and pain cause her to scream, he quickly clamps his hand onto her open mouth.

“Keep quiet, bitch,” he roars in a whisper.

He fucks her roughly, showing no consideration for the pain she is in. And Gwen feels the extreme pain. It is so bad she thinks that it he doesn’t stop or even slow, she will be split in two! Luckily it doesn’t take long for the man to climax again. He does so deep in her ass.

He pulls his cock out and utters, “It needs some cleaning again.”

Gwen complies, fighting the urge to vomit as her tongue swipes over and around his slow softening cock.

As he puts his saliva soaked cock away and zips up, Gwen catches his eyes with hers and asks, “Are you going to leave me alone now?”

Rob stares menacingly back at her, duct tape in his hands. “No. I’ve got something special in store for you.”

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