The Diamond Spy

Ch.47 To Seduce Four Beasts At Once

To Seduce Four Beasts At Once

In the Red Lounge I recline on a black leather couch while Serge stands right in front of me. The distance is all but minimal between us. I can physically feel the heat from his legs, or perhaps that was just the heat of his electricity. I think his chosen stance is because he wants to look down at me while I clench my hands to stop them fidgeting from showing nerves or weakness.

In a stroke of luck, I had managed to avoid getting tied up. But, now that I was at the mercy of four horny beasts, I had to find a way to survive their wrath in the midst of four cocks that wanted to soon pound into me to teach me a lesson.

Jose, Ace and Dale have gone up to retrieve the crushed car for repairs later on, while Serge keeps me hostage.

"So..." I breathe, looking up to meet his gaze bravely, to feign a casual, completely un-stressed out vibe, "Why were you going to assassinate the New World Leaders at the New World Congregation? What was the purpose of such a strike?" I ask.

"I'll certainly answer your questions, generously, Mrs. Reporter," Serge mocks me for asking questions with such a professional tone, "We were going to make it look like a blood bath between their own, we would have never truly been there," Serge explains, "We're not just soldiers trained to enter, target and destroy. We're methodical. There is a method to our madness."

"And your ultimate goals?" I ask, "Besides complete world domination? Where everyone is either a whore, a sex slave, a gambling fool or a dancing, drunken douche bag?"

"I follow Dale, stupid whore," Serge snarls, unhappy with my quick tone, "You can ask him about his ultimate goals of world domination. I'm sure you'll be licking his balls while he's on the throne. And I'll gladly memorise such a moment to simply make fun of you with when I'm bored fucking and punishing all the dumb fucks that need a good lesson or two in discipline. I'd be the army general. Command, shock, destroy. Eat, fuck, sleep. Repeat. Sounds like heaven to me."

"But isn't it a little too cliche, Serge? What about the responsibilities of ruling everyone and ruling people who will never like you?" I ask.

"You don't have to rule from a public position, doll... even in a supposedly perfect world, there are always underground influences, corruption, money, weapons, threats -"

"What about hope? For safety and peace -" I still try to counter him, just to see how far he'll really go with his first statements.

"In a world that's already been bombed to hell and back?" Serge asks, "Are you serious, doll? Happiness is a state of mind. An individual state of mind. The world will always have issues, states of war and peace. But real freedom comes from in here," Serge taps his head and slowly squats before me, one of his hands grabbing my thigh and another hand grabbing my hip as his eyes roam over a body he longed for, for two whole tortuous weeks.

I ask him, "What makes you free, lightening?"

"Accepting no responsibility in who I kill in a world already damned... a world already fucked," Serge's answer is boldly honest, but dark and terrifying.

I don't like his response, but his unblinking hard gaze tells me that he isn't joking. Or maybe he was. I don't know. He was a hard beast to read.

"But," I sigh, "...even if the world has states of war and peace, death, terror or even hope and safe moments too... everyone ultimately wants peace-" I have to bite my tongue when I see an electrical spark in the blue grey eyes of a wounded and tortured beast. Honed to be a killer, a monster and a mass destroyer of lives.

Perhaps his words weren't truely faked or melodramatic for no reason. Perhaps he was truly evil... voluntarily.

"Be careful putting that assumption on everyone... doll," Serge clenches my thigh as he adds, more gently, "Not everyone has such a kind heart as yours. Even if you are a stupid Ultimate."