Superverse

04:36 The_Russian_Hammer: This was my most daring mission yet. The Red Fist, an organization formed of discontented die-hards refusing to accept the collapse of the USSR, contained in their ranks generals, scientists, soldiers, engineers. And me. Dmitri Romanov, code name, "The Russian Hammer" A former Spetsnaz, an elite Soviet Commando, trained as a brutal hand to hand fighter, weapons expert, torturer, infiltration specialist. Not just any man. When I had joined the Red Fist, I had volunteered to undergo a highly experimental procedure, to take on a dose of a serum that the renegade scientists of the Red Fist had spent years to perfect. They didn't know if it would work, but if it did, the serum would rewrite my DNA to increase the density of my muscle fibres ten fold, providing me with the strength of 10 men, and the toughness to match.

The serum had worked, but there had been a totally unanticipated side effect, one they could not explain. In addition to super strength and endurance, I discovered that by concentrating I was able to harden regions of my body to the consistency of diamond with studied concentration, my fists, my feet, my core, my back, my chin. Hard, practically unbreakable.

I had been the Red Fists champion and weapon. Now, after years of making their plans, after years of building up their resources, with my assistance, they were ready to carry out their biggest strike yet.

The Red Fists science division had recently learned of a mysterious force that empowered certain other heroes, rumoured to be called “chi”. They had formulated theories about how to harness this mysterious energy to create weapons of savage brutality. After intensive research, they had learned of an incident involving a dojo somewhere in America, where a martial artist who had mastered this chi had suddenly vanished after his dojo burned down. Red Fist’s agents had managed to learn that the whole affair had been covered up, and the artifacts and report of the incident had been placed into safe-keeping within a top secret US installation.

My mission was to retrieve that report, and any artifacts, and return them to the Red Fist for study. I stood outside the base, ready for action.

Prepared for my mission, standing over 6’ tall, packing 300 pounds of savage, military-trained, super soldier enhanced muscle, I wore my battle gear, my heavy reinforced combat boots, my thick, carbon fibre black fatigues with red stripes running down the sides, a utility belt at my waist full of tools and weapons, and a muscle-hugging black carbon-fibre top that showed every bulge and curve of my power packed, muscular physique. The trademark of the Red Fist, a Soviet Era Red Star, was emblazoned on the chest of my battle top.

The base was only lightly defended this time of night, and quickly and silently taking out the guards and disabling the security alarms was not difficult for a man trained as an elite Russian Commando. Now, I stood outside the vault in the middle of the base, deciding how to gain entry. Explosives? Brute force? Both were options. But then, I heard a noise.
05:06 Renalden_Lockeheart: You feel an energy that you’ve never experienced before in all of your years of training, yet it emanates everywhere now that you’re in its vicinity. “Is this the respect this place is given? Simply for monetary benefit? Surely you’d find an activity more fulfilling than this...” A tan slender man wearing nothing but a white robe around him tied by a gold belt, chest out, and wearing sandals appears, he seems much more unimpressive looking than you yet his deep blue eyes have a powerful stare to them and you can assess that he’s the source of the energy you presently feel.
05:15 The_Russian_Hammer: As I turn to catch sight of the disturbance I heard, felt? Sensed? I catch sight of you as you stand in your robe and gold belt. Tall, tan, slender, undeniably handsome. If I've learned anything in my years of combat experience and training, I've learned that a man's eyes never lie.

I looked deep into your blue eyes, feeling the aura of power and presence radiating from you, clearly you are the source of the indescribable energy I am sensing. Despite your slender appearance, I know instantly you are a formidable foe. I smile, every step taken with deliberate care and purpose as I move towards you, with a grace born of a lifetime of battle and a man who knows his power.

I reply, in my heavily accented English, "Respect? If this place was worthy of respect, then it would have been guarded by men up to the task." With a sneer, I gesture towards the dead bodies of the two Military Police who had been on guard duty. "And as for my business here, monetary or otherwise, that is none of your business. I suggest you leave, at once, or you will regret your interference."
05:33 Renalden_Lockeheart: “Not as much as I’ll regret standing by and leaving you to your own devices....in truth this place should never have had any business with you.” My deep blue eyes shine with a lighter blue for a second before fading. “Your intentions...aren’t the most pure...it’s not too late to turn back.” I stand there stoic, unreadable yet your mind feels eerily invaded to a slight degree.
05:46 The_Russian_Hammer: As your deep blue eyes seem to shine for a moment, I feel something, foreign in my mind, subtle, difficult to pin down, but clearly foreign. My own mental fortitude, my mental discipline is developed to a high degree, allowing me to recognize that my mind has somehow been invaded. I don't panic, but reassess you. My eyes narrow.

My mission here, to uncover the sealed record of the incident involving the vanished chi master.. The description of the chi powers, based on the research our science division has completed, leads me to conclude that there is every possibility I am facing another who has mastered this power. Is his presence here a coincidence? Does he know what the vault contains? How much of my mind did he invade? My face remains expressionless, but I tighten control over my mental discipline in an attempt to lock my mind away from you.

"Purity is a relative matter, stranger. So is truth. In the eyes of the Red Fist, my invasion of this installation is an act of supreme purity and truth. But as for turning back, it is, I am afraid, already too late for you to turn back. I will discover why you are here, and what your interest in this place is."

Without missing a beat, my muscles suddenly bulge with power. With lighting fast reflexes, I reach out and grab a heavy wooden pallet off of a tall stack of them, the type used to store crates as they are moved with a forklift, and hurl it towards your core with incredible strength and speed, like an ungainly frisbee, leaping forwards in the wake of my improvised weapon, fists raised, ready for battle.
06:19 Renalden_Lockeheart: My mind has pried your intention to throw the pallet and I swiftly leap over it rolling into battle with my palms ready to meet your fists. My face steely in determination as the chi energy around you grows oppressively.
06:23 The_Russian_Hammer: You leap over the pallet, showing off your own impressive reflexes and prescience. But now, I am in full battle mode, and my fighting instincts deliver moves with only the barest input from my brain. I shift into the moment, completely and utterly. My right arm, rippling with the power of 10 men, hammers my fist towards your chin, my eyes cold and battle-focused, to test your defenses.

My left leg suddenly snaps out a fraction of an instant later, snapping up, seeking to drive my heavy combat boot into the side of your ribs.
06:29 Renalden_Lockeheart: My eyes widen at your punch to my chin as I narrowly dodge it striking that arm gently with my palm as power courses into it your arm and burns at your nerves nearly making it lose feeling as my other hand barely blocks your kick as my arm smashes into my ribs with it, your leg feeling somewhat numb from coming in contact with my arm but your boot numbs the sensation as I get kicked sideways rolling away from you coughing in pain but my eyes quickly look up to see your next move.
06:38 The_Russian_Hammer: As you deflect my right fist, I feel the tingling energy discharge upon contact, feeling as though my right fist has gone partially to sleep. My kick is more effective, my leg less affected, and my sharp battle-trained mind deduces that your chi energy is discharged on contact with you. My eyes narrow, as I stalk you down, changing tactics to counter this new discovery. The tingling in my arm and leg begins to subside, but I switch stances suddenly, shifting to lead with my right foot, allowing my right arm and left leg to recover.

My right foot suddenly slices across the ground, sending a spray of dirt and pebbles directly towards your blue eyes. In a flash, I surge forward, turning my right foot impenetrably, diamond hard with a surge of concentration, to see if that counters the numbing effect of physical contact with you, as I seek to spike your ribs while you are still on the ground before you get up, with a brutal kick while you are distracted by the spray of dirt and pebbles.
07:00 Renalden_Lockeheart: I sense the cheap tactic of spraying dirt and pebbles in my eyes and shut them opting to fight blind as it sprays onto my face, A vision flashes in my mind of your attack as your aggressive energy disturbs the Chi within me, instead of getting up I intertwine my hands together blocking the diamond hard kick as I thrust my hands towards your boot, a blast of chi energy blasts me backwards from your boots before physical contact while the chi courses through your foot, my arms feel drained from using chi in excess, your diamond foot has a vulnerable sensation coursing through it rather than a numbing one as though with enough excess chi it may crack from insideout(though it doesnt) although the numbing sensation does spread up to your leg by extension from your foot due to how much contact you’ve had with it and how much Chi was forced upon your attack, I skid back and decide that defensively is the way to go waiting for your next attack opening my eyes once again, My will power still resolute. “Your foot...it should have been paralyzed and gone numb from that much excess Chi...I’d do better to remember that....”
07:13 The_Russian_Hammer: You manage to intertwine your hands, forming a shield, as my boot, with my foot turned impenetrable, is suddenly struck by an intense energy discharge. I gasp, nearly stumbling, as my hardened foot feels like a crystal that has been struck with a hammer, feeling the fine cracks of vulnerability moving through the diamond hard limb, taking it closer to it's limit then my hardening has yet experienced.

You have skidded back even further after the discharge, and as I feel the tingling numbness start to spread through the part of my leg that was not turned diamond hard, I let my foot return to it's normal density, and it seems completely unaffected, even as the backlash of your attack still causes the rest of my leg some numbing and tingling. By this time, my right arm and left leg have recovered, and I once more switch my stance.

Keeping up the attack, I grin, "Just as I will do better to remember your versatility with chi.." I move in again, thinking about my next attack, as I drive my right fist once again directly toward your chin. I drew on my years of mental discipline to come up with my next move, always seeking to use an enemy's strengths against him. Subconciously, beneath the surface thoughts I was focusing on, I had a different plan, as it was executed almost instinctively, my left fist turning impenetrably diamond hard, as I drove it directly for the middle of your robe-covered abs in a powerful uppercut aimed at your very core.
07:24 Renalden_Lockeheart: My hands instinctively block around my face as I dodge around your attack on my chin but only too late have I read your true intentions as my eyes widen with realization and BAM! Your fist sinks into my abs as my feet are lifted off the ground “OUUUUF!” As the air expels from my lungs and spittle flies from my mouth, my arms hang limply from my sides as my chi courses through my body in a panic, it’s all I could do to weakly raise my arms and grab your arm embedded in my core, you feel a shock throughout your body as I read into your past experiences/memories. Your arm forgetting what it’s doing at the moment during this process before I finish dropping my arms and try to regain my breath.
07:30 The_Russian_Hammer: My trick appears to work, and my diamond hard fist sinks deeply through the layers of ab muscle to embed itself into your very core with savage impact. I feel the weakness course through your body, but what I am not prepared for is what happens next, as I continue to probe my diamond hard fist into the middle of your guts, seeking to do more damage, you grab my arm.

I feel a shock go through every nerve and muscle of my body, feeling my past memories, my training as a Russian Spetsnaz, the brutal past combats I've engaged in, my conquests, my triumphs, my rage at the collapse of the old Soviet Union, my transformation into a super soldier, my failures, my defeats, flash through my brain all at once. Stunned, my arm drops, and I stagger back, gasping, shaking my head, my body instinctively adopting a defensive posture as I struggle to process what has just happened to me, struggle to collect my scattered thoughts with sheer will and resolve.
07:41 Renalden_Lockeheart: My arms protectively swoop to cover my abs which have exploded with pain as I lay there cough, my chi energy finally working on recovering my guts and muscles are feel like they’re on fire being doused with water slowly but gradually. After seeing your reaction my icy stare bores into you, “I was always taught that-... to truly defeat my enemies, I must understand them....what makes them...molds them...or else I’ll be the truly ignorant one...so much harshness...it seems you forgot what it feels to truly experience pain for what it is...” I shakily get up grunting as my damaged core pains me with every movement but I bear it with gritted teeth as I am somehow more confident than before, raising my arms in a different fighting position bending my knee so that my core is harder to hit and waiting for you to process what has taken place.
07:42 Renalden_Lockeheart: My arms protectively swoop to cover my abs which have exploded with pain as I lay there coughing, my chi energy finally working on recovering my guts and muscles that feel like they’re on fire being doused with water slowly but gradually. After seeing your reaction my icy stare bores into you, “I was always taught that-... to truly defeat my enemies, I must understand them....what makes them...molds them...or else I’ll be the truly ignorant one...so much harshness...it seems you forgot what it feels to truly experience pain for what it is...” I shakily get up grunting as my damaged core pains me with every movement but I bear it with gritted teeth as I am somehow more confident than before, raising my arms in a different fighting position bending my knee so that my core is harder to hit and waiting for you to process what has taken place.
07:48 The_Russian_Hammer: I recover, mastering my thoughts once more, my arms raised in a guard stance as I regain control. I catch your icy stare, shaken by the experience, but rapidly regaining control of myself, my mind, my experiences. A man who holds no illusions about himself, never afraid to understand his own motivations, your words suddenly cause me to laugh. "Forgot what it truly feels to experience pain? You obviously didn't look deeply enough, did you? I think you had better go back to your master and have him teach you to use your powers better, BOY"

If there is one thing my long life as a warrior has taught me, it is to never be predictable. Now is the time to exercise that. I turn my back on you, dismissing you. "I have no more time for you, I have a job to do, and I will do it." I begin to walk towards the vault door where all of this started, every stride radiating power and confidence.
07:54 Renalden_Lockeheart: “You know I can’t allow you to do that....” I say painfully, your words hit me like a brick of cement....this man recovered so quickly for having his past thrown in his face....I follow you walking but keeping my distance in the case of a surprise attack, my Chi radiating from me once again attempting to uncover your thoughts yet realizing this isn’t as effective as before....I follow you just as resolutely awaiting your next move...
08:03 The_Russian_Hammer: I am learning, adapting, tightening my mental defenses, managing to keep your probing more at bay. I could tell that my unexpected reaction has shaken you, and your convictions. Some men know themselves, and are not afraid to face it. I hear you walking behind me, and I smile grimly.

Humming a tune to fill my mind with nonsense nursery ryhmes, I strike suddenly. My training has taken in my surroundings, the position and layout of everything around me, filing it away in my mind. As we pass the stack of wooden pallets, I can tell by your footsteps exactly where you are, my enhanced senses providing me with the ability to determine distance and position by sound alone, near the entrance to the vault I grab one, lighting fast, turning to hurl it, not at you... but above you, where I throw with enough power to smash through the thick pole of a lamp post lining the path.

The heavy post suddenly collapses towards you, and I grab one more heavy wooden pallet without pausing, hurtling it not at you, but instead at where you will have to leap to in order to avoid the falling post.
08:17 Renalden_Lockeheart: My eyes widen being unable to predict your actions nearly as effectively as before as I leap out of the way of the lightpole raising my arms defensively as the next pallet clashes into my legs causing me to roar in pain as I collapse still raising my fists as my chi works actively to heal the fractures in my legs, my eyes not leaving you at the moment.
08:23 The_Russian_Hammer: I crouch, and leap, my enhanced strength able cover the 10 feet or so in a single bound, flipping mid air like an acrobat. I land just behind you as you lay collapsed trying to deal with the brutal damage to your legs, my heavy boots and legs absorbing the shock of my impact, turning my right fist diamond hard with a burst of concentration, driving my fist forward like a piledriver, hoping to catch you off guard, aiming to impact you directly between your shoulder blades.
00:16 Renalden_Lockeheart: I try to recover before the attack but as I get up my back explodes in pain causing me to roar and writhe in agony as you piledrive into my back, my spirit becomes heavy like cement as I bear the pain through a clenched jaw and gritted teeth. I close my eyes hoping to unlock more Chi within me in a more meditative state desperately hoping to unlock
more potential.
02:27 The_Russian_Hammer: My diamond-hard fist drills you deep between your shoulder blades, unleashing tremendous force, causing your body to writhe and roar with the pain. I note that the level of sheer force I've unleashed on your body would be enough to instantly kill any normal man, this chi of yours must also bolster your endurance in some fashion, but it doesn't make you invulnerable.

Well, it's time to see how much blunt force trauma it takes to smash through this chi of yours....

I plant my knees to either side of your waist as you lay face down writhing from my strike, pinning you in place as I kneel on top of your back, reach down with my left hand, and savagely seize a handful of your hair, pulling your head back and up, then snarling, I growl, "Surprise!"

I cock my right hand, turn it diamond hard, and bring it down in a low arc from where I'm sitting above you, my huge muscles rippling with power as I brutally bash your handsome, trapped jaw with my impossibly hard, super soldier powered fist.
04:17 Renalden_Lockeheart: I sweat as my back is drilled by your punches through gritted teeth, my chi swirling around me empowering my resilience and beginning the healing process as soon as I take damage, “RAAAAGH!” I yell as you pull my hair up as my face writhes in anger and pain, I read your intentions as my eyes widen “no,no, no!” And BAM! My jaw cracks a bit being fractured as I cry out in pain, rage and then noiseless screams before my Chi swirls and blasts you off of me in an uncontrolled manner numbing your body like a cold ocean wave though it begins wearing off quickly, though this only drains me as I gently hold my jaw that’s on fire with pain. My chi then absorbs back into me working on recovering my brutal injuries in my jaw and legs, I try to stand up but grunt and fall over now turning to face you with a cold icy stare that tells you I’m not giving up yet.
04:36 The_Russian_Hammer: The feeling of my fist smashing into your alluring, handsome face sends a thrill of excitement through me, the crunch of bone, the brutality of the impact arouses me, and my dick stiffens involuntarily in my combat uniform as you scream and cry out in pain.

Suddenly, that oppressive chi energy of yours blasts me like a frozen wave of ice, numbing my body and tossing me aside. I let out a low groan of agony as my limbs twitch, tingling.

But this time, the tingling and numbness are more generalized, not as deep and debilitating as when your chi was concentrated on one of my limbs. A surge of warrior fire boils in my belly, and a wave of strength blasts out from my core, empowering my limbs, shaking off the effects of your chi blast.

I kip up to my feet suddenly, just as you try to stand, and begin to fall over. For a moment, our eyes meet, I read the heroic determination in your icy cold stare, and you see the burning fire, the fight lust, the focus on brutality, conquest, and destruction in mine.

It is then, while you are off balance, in the process of falling over that I strike again, my hand reaching out to grab the sleeve of your robe on your right arm. I turn suddenly, into you, taking advantadge of your loss of balance, yanking your right arm over my shoulder as I ram my buttocks into your crotch, heaving forward with an explosive burst of brutal muscle power, seeking to judo toss you directly over my hip, seeking to smash you with extreme force on your back in front of me.
05:01 Renalden_Lockeheart: As I see you get up, the look in your eyes fills me with fire as my Chi becomes more chaotic within me. You easily grab the sleeve of my robe and as your buttocks rams into my crotch I groan in shock as the pain shoots up to my stomach but just as I’m about to slam onto the ground with force, I slam an open palmed strike into your side, my fiery chi blasting directly into you causing your limbs to feel weaker, your guts to burn and your mind to become light headed, even woozy, before the crack of my body slams into the ground, the shock radiating through my body as I writhe in pain, my back arching upwards as I yell out and try to roll away from you shutting my eyes and hugging myself.
05:11 The_Russian_Hammer: Even as I am in the very act of judo tossing you brutally to the ground, your left suddenly strikes into my side. There is no time for me to harden my torso, and your chi rips through my core, disrupting the very centre of my strength and warrior-power. Even as your body slams brutally into the ground, I stagger off to the side, holding my ribs. Battling the shock wave of weakness sent ripping through my ultra-dense, super soldier muscle.

I drop to one knee, my head spinning, fighting to master the agony throbbing in the middle of my core. Exerting every ounce of discipline and power I possess to embrace the pain, push through it, get back in the fight, as my body slowly begins to recover from the deadliest assault it has yet experienced in the course of this battle.
05:24 Renalden_Lockeheart: As I roll away, my bones shaking if not already having cracks through them, my body heaving for air, my mind disoriented, I try to absorb my chi as it’s now weak from all the excess Chi in my attacks uncontrollably shot out I mutter under my breath “come on...come on” my chi racing weakly but gradually to my core to heal my bones and organs as my whole badly is racked with pain, I lay there breathing, meditating, hoping to recover and do a second assault before my opponent gets up.
05:39 The_Russian_Hammer: I manage to regain control of the pain, embracing it. Not fully recovered, not yet, but I can't afford to. My vision stops swimming, and I see you just a few feet away, on your back. I note the tension in your core, as your abs are tight beneath your robe. I hear the soft muttering, and deduce that you must be in the middle of some kind of ritual, some act to gather your chi.

I must disrupt it. I may not have the gift of chi, but I am an accomplished martial artist. While obtaining my black belt in karate many years ago, before I became a super soldier, I had to pass the test of using nothing but my fist to break a stack of concrete blocks. The trick is delivering the blow with such precision that you release the kinetic energy of your attack in such a manner that it resonates through the material in question like a shockwave, ripping apart the obstacle without punching through it. The precise angle and release of your kinetic energy is different for each substance. I have adapted this technique for human muscle as well, especially when flexed. But it takes time to concentrate and focus the blow, so it is not easily used in the middle of combat.

But now... this was the perfect opportunity. I gather myself, silently, repeating nonsense ryhymes in my head to mask my true intentions. I gather my strength, silently holding out my arm, my right hand turned sideways as I inwardly focus on preparing the strike. Then, silent, deadly, I lunge forward and down, slicing my right hand, turned diamond hard, directly towards the centre of your tensed abs with a blow that has been calibrated to send a shockwave of force through flexed muscles, to rip, shred, and break them just as if they were a stack of concrete blocks.
05:46 Renalden_Lockeheart: I close my eyes as my chi gathers in my core swirling powerfully but in an organized manner, I detect nonsense rhythms dancing in my opponents head, I believe he must still be recovering....or is he throwing me off? As I contemplate what his plan is I open my eyes and look up just in time to see a swinging motion shooting upwards and BAAAM! “OUUUUAAOOUUUF!” An explosion of pain and agony thrusts deep into my core with spit flying out of my mouth while my swirling Chi scatters in chaos even shooting out of my body in waves shooting through your body giving you the familiar numbing sensation that makes your body want to relax and give into it as it tries to find refuge elsewhere. My face writhes in agony as my eyes bulge in shock. A noiseless scream escaping my throat as I face you, my enemy.
06:03 The_Russian_Hammer: Your body jacknifes savagely as my strike tears through your core, spit flying out of your mouth to land on my face. The expression of pain and agony washing across your handsome, alluring features, echoed in your deep blue eyes stirs my warrior fire yet again.

But this time, I'm more prepared for what will happen next. My other hand is already upraised, palm out facing you, turned diamond hard. The wave of chi smashes my upraised hand like a shield, parting around it, protecting much of my body from the wave of weakness. Not all of it, as I can't shield my whole body, but enough that I don't lose control, enough that i can fight off the numbing sensation, the desire to relax and give in.

The fire in my core, boiling and churning explodes again, sending a wave of power through my limbs. I can feel my own energy reserves begin to deplete, not even a super soldier has unlimited reserves. But I have enough left in the tank still. Though this is one of the toughest fights I've ever been in, the chi powers a total unknown, forcing me to re-adapt my technique and strategy constantly.

But there is very little time that passes, mere seconds, between my first strike to your core, and the next. One of the surest ways to break a man's ability to fight is to break his core, his abs. All the strength of a fighter flows from there. I imagine this is true for you as well.

My cock is still stiff in my combat uniform, as I drink in the sight of you writhing beneath me, the silent scream on your lips. The allure... such a handsome man... so pure, so innocent juxtaposed with my utter ruthless brutality. I feel an attraction that runs deep. But I do not let that interfere with this battle.

The hand that had shielded me from the blast of chi now strikes straight down, flipping my wrist, my hand still diamond hard, I stab my outstretched fingers like a sword, powered by my rippling muscle, with less strength than the start of the fight, but still with far more power than an ordinary man could ever deliver, seeking to stab my knife hand directly into the centre of your injured abs, almost as if I were trying to impale you with a sword, and unleash new levels of destruction and devastation on my handsome, pure opponent's core.
03:41 Renalden_Lockeheart: I can't even process what happens next as pain roars in my core until a fraction of a second of me seeing your other hand swoop in the pain impales through my abs like a knife unleashing unbelievable amounts of pain flooding from my core throughout the rest of my body like a damn breaking as my faces writhes and twists in agony and defiance, my blue eyes bulging as I see doubles of you, the world spinning around me. My source of power and flow of Chi totally disrupted beyond any measure I've ever felt before as my guts are aflame.

My body hangs limp as after the wave of suffering, my mind begins to black out, my body shutting down having little fight left. You hand thrust deep into my now obliterated abs as I hang there like a puppet. My eyes engraving you into my mind...This man defeated me in the most brutal yet masculine way possible going for my source of power in my core....A flicker of attraction sparks in me as I almost admire his power...his mind...his ability to learn within seconds...If I could aspire to-.....no....My body trembles in defiance once more before giving in again depleted of strength.
04:11 The_Russian_Hammer: As my hand knifes deep into your core, I can feel the moment your ability to resist me is obliterated, your entire body jerking uncontrolled, those blue eyes bulging suddenly in agony and defiance. But the oppressive feel of your chi suddenly scatters like the wind, I feel the moment it breaks, shatters, leaving you utterly vulnerable, defenseless, defeated.

Just before your eyes lose that spark of conciousness, as I stare deep into those blue wells, I see something... I feel something... a connection, a meeting, a moment in the middle of chaos that is a thread of intense attraction, shared between the both of us. Total opposites.. yet drawn together. Then it fades, and you are out cold.

I consider my next move. The fire in me, the savage warrior demands that I kill you here and now. It is never prudent to let a defeated foe live. But I can't kill you. I don't know why, normally I wouldn't think twice. But I cannot.

And, I still have a mission here. Acting quickly, I reach down, and untie the golden belt from around your waist, removing it. Then, I remove your white robe, almost solicitous of you, acting more gently than I normally would. I then remove your undergarments, exposing your nakedness. I stand over you, as you are stripped of your uniform. You seem so small and helpless, unconcious like this. Your soft cock resting against the bush of your crotch, your body lean and slender, fit, trim, but not appearing strong.

I feel again that strange attraction, stronger this time. I decide then to take you captive. There is a logic in it. How much more could the science division learn about this chi from having a living subject to study? My mind made up, I throw your naked body over my shoulder, stowing away your uniform in my pack.

I walk to the vault, dumping your naked body on the ground, study the problem, and wedge my fingers into the cracks between the massive door and the frame, near the hinges. My fingers turn diamond hard, and I breathe deep, focus, and unleash every ounce of super soldier muscle I possess, and suddenly the door rips free of the frame with an almighty shriek of protesting metal, landing with a loud thunk beside your body. I quickly find the report and artifacts of the dojo fire and the mysterious dissapearance of the chi master, and stow them.

I return, notice you are starting to stir. I growl at you, "You and I are going on a long journey now, and it's time to go back to sleep." I'm not sure how concious you are, but your eyes are fluttering and you are moaning. With brutal efficiency, I drop down, spearing my knee deep into the pit of your wrecked abs, drilling my knee into your core, spearing hard and powerfully to rob you of any strength. Then, looking down at your face as your eye lashes flutter, I raise my fist, and sadistically bash my fist, once more turned diamond hard, directly into your handsome jaw. I want you out, and I want you out deep for the coming journey.
04:29 Renalden_Lockeheart: As I fade in and out of conciousness...I feel my chi slowly restoring...seeping into me and my exploded muscles trying to wake me up, I realize I'm being carried until I'm put down...I hear loud noises....For a split second, or maybe I'm imagining it and this is some wild dream...I see you grab the remnants of the dojo and its reports...I make a weak inaudible sound until you notice me...those eyes....I wish I could read his intentions now, what is he-...OUUUF! A gutteral sound shoots from my mouth as air expels from my lungs sapping my recovering strength along with the remaining Chi that was seeping in as it comes out in a wave on the ground.....Why am I not de-BAM! As though a boulder slammed into my face at full force towards my head sending me back to darkness as I dream of my days as a young lad in a dojo...watching my brother train...I walk towards him as this scene only seems to go farther away...
04:43 The_Russian_Hammer: I look you over, carefully as your naked body spasms one final time beneath my brutal punch. I might have hit you too hard, judging by the way your muscles spasm after the impact of my fist. An uncharacteristic concern for your well-being suddenly seizes me, and I put finger on the side of your neck, checking for your pulse. It is there... but very, very weak.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Then, throwing your naked body over my shoulder, I stride out from the compound, my mission successful. And more than successful. I have with me an actual living practitioner of this mysterious chi. A living test subject. I feel... a pang of regret though. The attraction I felt... it is unsettling. I am used to examining my inner life, my motivations, my thoughts, my desires with a clear eye, accepting each one, never flinching from who I am. I embrace my brutality, my ideals, my savagery. But I have never encountered this before. This sense of being drawn to this young, vulnerable hero.

I ponder what this means as I make my return to Siberia with my captive and my prizes.

Published: 2021-01-23, viewed 70 times.