DDivine Dimensions
August, 2034
Vertical Manhattan
The Promenade
Leopold Lissitsky had moved up in the world, literally. He'd moved from his cramped, decimated one-room conapt on the 223rd floor up to the exclusive, 999th floor Promenade, the poshest neighborhood in Vertical Manhattan. After his apartment had self-repaired, he'd gotten the first of two promotions from his online company, but he'd quit a few years later to start his own business. But despite his wealth, his opulent,
self-maintaining penthouse apartment with its built-in Olympic swimming pool, robotic tennis courts and six ethnic restaurants that catered to his every culinary whim, Leo was unhappy.
Ever since the day his sex life had been changed forever by the bizarre dimensional accident which had transformed his virtual reality lover, the breathtaking blonde shemale, Danielle DDivine into a flesh-and-blood woman, he'd been unable to recreate the sensations he'd experienced with her. He missed the velvet flame of her alabaster white skin, the burning, throbbing pulse of her nine-inch "nail gun" as she
rammed it up his yielding, enslaved ass, the smell of her honey-scented hair as they lay exhausted in each other's arms. He had never found those erotic sensations with another woman or shemale.
Once the sex ban was lifted, Leo had started dating shemales left and right, looking for one who could take Danielle's place, and fill his heart (and his asshole) with the same fiery passion. But the relationships never worked out. He got laid a lot, but it wasn't enough. He just wasn't the same man after his encounter with Danielle. He recalled a story of a man who'd slept with the goddess Aphrodite, but afterwards, was no longer able to appreciate mortal women. Danielle had been his Aphrodite, Venus with a perfect 40DD chest and a nine-inch cock.
Leo had found one blonde with a figure almost as nice as Danielle's, but she wanted to be submissive all the time, and refused to fuck his ass. He'd even tried ordering one of the new android simulacra to match her capacities, but the factory had refused his order, calling it "non-essential" and a waste of their time and funds.
"We make androids here, Mr. Lissitsky!" the holograpic secretary had scolded. "Not sex toys!"
Leo had become a workaholic, putting in f******n-hour days, taking long conference calls, doing all the things he used to hate. He forgot about sex altogether, becoming a kind of emotionless corporate robot. But inside, he ached for his lost blonde goddess. He prayed to the gods and goddesses of every major world religion to restore his busty belle to his side.
Whether the gods heard him, and took pity on his suffering soul, or whether it was sheer coincidence, Leopold Lissitsky was reunited with Danielle DDivine two days later. Sort of.
The greatest consequence of the Second Sino-Soviet War, fought between 2010 and 2014 by China, Japan and what remained of Russia, was the radioactive fallout called "blue snow." The detritus of nuclear-waste tipped missiles shot down by ASAT weapons, the blue snow contained EMP-producing materials. Whenever the stuff started to descend upon the Vertical US, it reeked havoc. Systems crashed. Artificial intelligences went insane. World Net communications were severed for days, sometimes weeks on end until the self-repair nanobots could re-route around the damaged links. Inter-building trains crashed, hover taxis plummeted Earthward, crashing on the Great Dome which encased the now dead Lower Cities.
In short, the blue snow was, in many ways, more devastating than the war. It turned the tall, silver needle-towers of Vertical Manhattan, Vertical Boston, Vertical Chicago and others into giant lighting rods for electromagnetic anarchy.
The snowstorm which hit Vertical Manhattan on August 22, 2034 was the worst in a decade, triggered by the sudden orbital decay of an unexploded waste-tipped MIRV. An ASAT vaporized the missile before it entered the atmosphere, but it was too late. The blue snow blanketed half the Vertical Continent.
Leopold was working on the stock quotes for next quarter when his computer screen went dead and his cleaning robots shrieked and exploded. Blue Snow Emergency sirens wailed outside the building, filling the city with echoing chaos. He watched a hover cab burst into flames, crashing into 293 West 11th Street, taking out a whole wall of offices. He ran to his self-powered elevator and pushed the button that would take him to the Emergency Shelter in the center of Promenade Park. He emerged into chaos. Men and women shoved and screamed, rushing a human wave to the cylindrical shelter, which was fashioned into a giant Doric column in the center of the park. Leopold was knocked to the ground by a giant of a man, and felt himself being dragged along, feet kicking dangerously close to his head. He managed to regain his footing, but he never made it to the shelter through the throngs of screaming, panicked people. He saw the big, white shield doors slam shut seconds before he reached the column. Now what was he going to do?
Collapsing onto a park bench, Leopold saw the EMP storm begin. Lights exploded like chilrdren's balloons. Arcs of deadly blue lightning began to lash across the sky, striking any metallic surface nearby. And then he heard the most dreadful sound in the Universe.
It was a sound like a huge strip of canvas being slowly torn in half. It grew louder and closer, and Leopold's heart began to race. He ran for the closest cover, a small bush near a statue of Venus. He cowered under the bush and saw the air ripple and contort, like a mirage on hot pavement, pulsing and corus**ting like mad as a kind of invisible bubble formed. Against his better judgment, Leopold did something totally insane. He ran right into the center of the bubble of strange air. Lighting danced around him, making his hair stand on end. He felt fire along his spine and a shooting, burning, acid pain behind his eyes. The world turned blue, then silver, then black as night. He was no longer in his own Universe.
* * *
Leopold awoke sixteen hours later in an unfamiliar location. His clothing was it tatters. He was amazed to be alive. He wondered where the freak dimensional tear had transported him. It was just such an anomaly that had brought Danielle to life ten years earlier. But the force of this storm had been 100 times greater. It had literally torn Leo from his universe, wrenched him across space-time, and deposited him, seemingly randomly, elsewhere and elsewhen.
He looked around. At first he could see only what looked like a vast forest of blue-gray trees with heliotrope and shocking pink leaves. He walked for a while, and in the distance, he began to discern a looming structure. As he drew closer, he saw that it was a small city, of the kind he'd seen in history hologram. It resembled a fortified village from feudal England or Ireland, with a long, wooden palisade ringing the lower portion. There were many small, thatch-roofed houses along the wide, dirt-lined avenues of the Low City, and a long, winding spiral road ran up a steep hill to the High City, where the huts gave way to vast wooden mansions. At the top of the crest was a massive stone castle, with at least a hundred out buildings.
This low-tech world was a shocking contrast to Vertical Manhattan, where a person could hardly breathe without needing technological support. Leo breathed in the air. Unlike recycled, city air, it was fresh and crisp, and it seemed to cool his throat and lungs. The air was fragrant with the heady perfumes of a hundred exotic species of flowers, and a warm yellow sun glowed overhead, gently caressing Leo's skin in a most energizing way. He felt more alive than he had in ten years, since that strange, wonderful day he'd spent with Danielle's flesh incarnation.
He began to hum and sing as he strolled at a leisurely pace to the city. No sense running on such a fine summer day. Though it took him a long time to reach the lower gates of the city, he found that he wasn't tired. The exercise had done him good, heightening his senses. This was a world filled with bright colors and wonderful, exotic scents.
Leo came to a wooden gate that was built into the palisade. There was a guard tower, which he approached cautiously.
A female guard stepped from the booth. Her appearance was shocking. She was six feet tall, quite beautiful, and wore a bright, sky-blue jerkin, a shocking pink cloak, a pair of sheer, royal blue stockings, matching thigh-high leather boots. A red "musketeer" tri-corner hat with a bright green plume adorned her head, and a long, thin sword hung from a belt around her naked waist. The large phallus that jutted out below her blue garter belt was tattooed with intricate, beautiful designs.
"Halt!" the shemale guard cried. "Who would enter DDivinia, and on what business?"
"I'm Leopold Lissitsky," the stunned self-made millionaire announced. "I really don't know how I got here. I guess I'd like to see your leader, if
that's possible."
"Hold where you are!" the beautiful soldier commanded.
She stepped back into her booth. The gate began to retract into the wall. Six guards, similarly dressed and accoutered marched out in lock step.
"This is the one Our DDivine Leader has waited for," spoke the gate guard. "He is to be e*****ed to the Royal Residence at once!"
The six shemale warriors surrounded Leopold. Two took his arms, while the other four made a protective circle around them.
"What the heck?" Leopold thought. "When in Rome..."
He tried to engage the guards who held his armpits and literally carried him the entire five miles to the castle walls in conversation, but they would not speak a word. Obviously, they had strict orders against talking.
At last, they came to the immense castle Leo had seen from the Low City. They entered the keep and e*****ed him across the flagstones to a large, vaulted inner chamber. The stone castle was cold and drafty, and smelled of moss and age. Long, intricate tapestries hung on the walls, but he couldn't understand the scenes they depicted. There seemed to be colors he'd never seen before woven into them.
The beautiful guards led him to a room deep in the castle, with vaulted stone ceilings and a large, broad staircase leading up to a huge, golden throne lined with red velvet. He did not have to be told that the exquisite woman sitting on the throne was their Queen. She was Danielle DDivine! Yet---she wasn't exactly the same Danielle he'd met ten years earlier. For one thing, her hair was almost silver. It was one of those indefinable colors he'd seen in the tapestries, between silver and white, but not quite either. Her eyes were the same alien hue, and she had a strange cast to her face. Her eyes were upswept and almond shaped, and her ears slightly pointed. Elfin was the best word for it, and yet that word was inadequate to describe the delicate beauty of her features.
"Is this the Chosen One?" she spoke in a high, lovely lilt. That too was different, for he remembered a throaty purr, where this was a singsong, crooning voice.
"Yes, Your Majesty," spoke one of the forward guards. "We found him dazed outside the City Gates, just as the prophecy predicted."
"Bring him to me," the beautiful Queen demanded. The two warriors jerked Leopold roughly up the stairs and forced him to sit on a small stool, looking up at the lovely monarch.
"What is your name, strange one?" Danielle's doppelganger asked him, her strange eyes boring into him.
"I am Leopold Lissitsky, Your Majesty," he replied. "I have come here from---far away."
"That I already knew," the sexy Queen said. Her blue silk bodice barely contained her famous, 40DD breasts. She needed no corset to define her slim waist and elegant, rounded hips.
"I am sorry, I mean no insolence," Leopold said.
"No insult was taken," the alien beauty replied. "I am Danithras, Queen of Divinia. No doubt you are hungry and tired from your long trip.
Belarus, Lyrina, bring our guest food and wine. And bring one of my Robes of State."
The two guards saluted and left him alone with the beautiful Danithras.
"Remove your clothing," Danithras ordered the startled man. "It is alien and offends my eyes."
"As you wish, Your Highness," Leopold said, a little embarrassed. He didn't know why stripping in front of a woman he'd already made love to hundreds of times, if only in virtual reality should cause him to feel modesty, but it did. He removed his blue coveralls and stood naked before
her, hands covering his crotch.
"Remove your hands!" the silver-haired beauty demanded. "I must see if you are indeed the one the prophecy spoke of."
Leo reluctantly let his hands fall to his sides. He couldn't help the huge, throbbing erection gazing at her magnificent body had given him.
She seemed rather indifferent, staring at his cock, then looking away.
"Yes, you are indeed the One," she spoke enigmatically.
The guards, Belarus and Lyrina returned. Lyrina handed the naked man a blue robe, with patterns embroidered on it in that strange, silver-gray color. He quickly pulled it over his head, feeling less vulnerable.
Belarus set out a plate of exotic looking foods, mostly leaves and jellied insects, and a large bottle of yellow wine.
After some hesitation, Leopold put one of the jelly cubes into his mouth. The insect crunched under his teeth, but it tasted delicious. It was like rare steak, or some types of sushi he'd tasted. The Queen poured him some of the wine, which was also excellent, tasting of berries, and made him a bit light headed.
The repast was finished quickly, and Queen Danithras rose from her velvet throne and lead the slightly drunk human to her throne chambers.
She slid out of her own robes, revealing a body beyond compare, except with the original, Danielle DDivine.
"You are the Chosen," the silver-eyed sex goddess spoke, leading Leopold to a huge, white bed, covered with multicolored silk sheets and pillows. "You will now impregnate me, as the prophecy states."
She knelt in "doggy position," on the soft bed, her magnificent ass in the air. Leopold was a bit shocked by the abruptness of her statements, and her immediate willingness to fuck, with no preliminaries, no foreplay whatsoever, but seeing those marble-smooth ass cheeks made his cock rock hard, and he slid off his robe, eager to obey the eccentric ruler.
When he knelt behind her, he gasped. Nestled between her lovely ass cheeks was not the brown gateway to paradise he'd expected, but a pussy! A real, female sex organ, snuggled between those rounded globes! He didn't know what to make of it, so he didn't think. He simply entered her velvety softness and started to pump. It felt incredibly tight and wet. It wasn't exactly like a human woman's vagina. It had the tightness
of an anus, but the wet, smooth feel of a lubricated cunt. He squeezed her huge, round tits and stroked her own pulsating prick as he fucked her. Soon they were both slick with sweat, reduced to pants and groans of passion. He came hard and fast.
As soon as he had spent his huge, burning load inside Danithras, she summoned her guards, who dragged him roughly from her bedchamber.
"Hey!" Leopold protested. "What's going on?"
"You are to be executed," Belarus stated matter-of-factly.
"What" Leopold gasped, trying to break free of her grasp, to no avail. "Why? What have I done? I thought the Queen liked me!"
"You performed your required function," Lyrina explained. "It is customary in Divinia that the Chosen one impregnate our Queen, then be disposed of. That is our tradition, dating back hundreds of years."
"I can't say I care much for your culture!" Leo shouted as they led him to what looked like a guillotine. They slipped his head into a hole and a guard with a huge sword towered over him menacingly.
"Commence the Ceremony of Finishing!" spoke the Queen's voice. The sword flashed, and so did the Universe.
Leopold found himself standing on a grassy hill, looking down on a small, archaic settlement. He'd seen this type of place in history holograms. It was called a "town" or "village," and from the look of the buildings, it was circa 1930's America. There was only one main street, and several branching streets. Along the main strip were several shops, a post office, a church, a library and a barbershop, complete with blue, white and red rotating pole. A large flag rose above an ornate, white marble building Leo assumed was the seat of the local governing body. The flag was not the "Stars and Stripes" he would expect to see, but was black, with a cursive golden "L" on it.
The confused man walked along a railroad bridge that led to the main street. The town seemed eerily quiet. Although there were several internal combustion "cars" parked near a movie theater and near the town hall, he saw no people. He didn't even hear birds chirping. It looked more like a set from an ancient 2-D "movie" than an inhabited place. Perhaps he was on some studio back lot, on a day when no motion pictures were being filmed.
As Leopold was approaching the marble "town hall," he caught a glimpse of movement. He thought he'd seen a glint of blonde hair in the doorway.
"Hello?" he called, running up the steps after the apparition. "Danielle? Is that you? Danielle, can you hear me?"
The moment he got to the entrance, two pairs of strong hands grabbed him. He turned to face two beautiful, raven-haired women dressed in tight, black leather jumpsuits and matching gloves and boots. They had the same stylized "L" embroidered above their bulging breasts. From the tightness of the outfits, Leopold could see that the "women" were, in fact, shemales, like the guards in DDivinia.
"You are in violation of the curfew!" the woman to his left snarled in an arrogant, authoritarian tone.
"You have confessed to the crime of Daniellism!" the right-hand guard cursed. "You shall be taken to a holding cell. I would suggest you
confess your crimes immediately."
"I don't understand," Leo objected, struggling to break free of their iron grip on his shoulders, to no avail. "I'm a stranger, I don't understand. Where am I?"
"Fool!" the left-hand guard snapped. "You dare wander into the borders of Lydialand and utter the name of the Enemy of the State? No one is that naive. You are a radical. A trouble maker!"
"Do not attempt to confuse us with your Daniellite rhetoric!" his other captor added. "We will not be blinded by the blonde-haired enemy of Lydia, our Liberator!"
They wrestled him down a long, dark corridor to what was clearly a courtroom. A judge, who looked exactly like the twin guards sat behind a dais. The guards held him immobile between them as the judge leered down at him disapprovingly.
"What are the charges against this...man?" the beautiful judge inquired.
"He called the name of the Accursed One!" the left-hand guard stated.
"He is in curfew violation, and has no visible means of support," the right-hand Lydian added. "I suggest he be tortured to gain a full confession."
"No!" Leopold shouted. "Please, your Honor! I don't understand these charges! I am a stranger to Lydiaville. I am not an enemy of the state!"
"So say all Daniellites!" the judge spat. "You are charged with being an enemy spy, clearly sent here to spread the subversive message of the blonde she-demon, Danielle DDivine, the enemy of our beloved Lydia Leather. You will be imprisoned until morning, when you will be e*****ed
into the Town Square and beaten to death by these two fine citizens. Dismissed!"
She banged her gavel with a fatal finality that sent a shiver down Leopold's spine.
The two guards, Cera and Lilla, guided him down another dank, dimly lit corridor to a holding cell with a sink , a crude toilet and a cot on the floor.
They shoved him roughly inside.
"So long, Daniellite scum!" Cela said, spitting on him.
"I look forward to your death, spy!" Lilla cursed, banging the barred door shut and locking it.
Leopold sunk onto the filthy mattress. What could he do? He had to get out of here.
A speaker was mounted in the wall of his dank, chilly cell, and Leo listened to a blistering speech, which slowly filled in the details of the society whose laws he had violated.
"Today another Enemy of Lydia was arrested," spoke an arrogant, powerful voice. "He was of the underclass called "men," and confessed fully to being a spy for the hated Daniellite Regime. He has begged to be executed for his crimes, and will be terminated in the town square tomorrow at high noon, along with seven other traitors in his criminal cell. As you, the loyal followers of our beloved Lydia realize, the lies the Daniellites spew are a cancer eating away at the healthy body of our State. They tell you that you should have "free will." What they mean is chaos and lawlessness, the right to kill and **** and destroy! They tell you that you should be allowed to dress as you will, but this is another form of chaos, breeding jealousy and hatred, which lead to war and destruction! Freedom of Speech, Freedom of the Press, Universal Suffrage, Equality of the Sexes, all of these are lies, falsehoods constructed to destroy your morale and make you believe in false ideals. Those corrupt beliefs brought about the last atomic war! Do you want another? No, of course not! Neither does our beautiful leader. She has imposed her will upon us to bring us together as once, to give power to those who deserve it, and to oppress the trouble-making rabble who would sew dissent among you. All hail Lydia Leather!"
A chorus of cheering voices screamed "All hail Lydia" along with the fanatical announcer. Leopold realized that he was in a fascist state, ruled by the iron will of the ruling shemale, Lydia Leather and an army of her clones. They had overthrown a peaceful, civilized, freethinking society run by followers of his idol, Danielle DDivine. Now she was viewed as an outlaw, and all those who dared support her ideas were quickly dispatched. And by uttering her name, he had signed his own death warrant!
Leo tried to sleep, but he couldn't. His shoes and belt had been taken away. There was no way to get any of the brick of his cell loose, and the bars were solid steel.
As he was despairing, a paper airplane suddenly flew into his cell, between the bars of the high-set window!
He reached down and grabbed the scrap of white paper. It bore a crude, black and white image of Danielle DDivine, and some scrawled hastily in pink lipstick. It read:
"Dear Freedom Fighter: Our forces have been informed of your brave support of Danielle and her ideals.
You shall be freed before noon. Prepare for action."
The note was signed with a lipstick kiss.
Leopold waited, trying to stay awake in case his liberators showed up during the night, but there was no movement at all. He had to listen to several more fascist "Lydian" speeches, including one extolling the virtues of the total annihilation of the "underclasses," i.e., non-shemales.
Dawn broke through the slender bars, and Leo still hadn't been rescued by the freedom fighters. He figured they'd been captured or killed. Somehow, he wasn't terribly worried. He had a strange feeling this universe would not let him die. He had been saved from *******ation in DDivinia. He was certain there would be an escape for Lydiaville, somehow. But when noon rolled around, and two Lydian guards came for him, he began to have his doubts.
"Come on, Daniellite filth!" one guard snarled, yanking him off the mattress. "Time to pay for your sins!"
The other guard remained silent as they marched him into the sunlight, down the steps, and down the main street, where gathered Lydians, men and women hurled stones and bricks at him. The guards lugged him by the armpits down the crowded street towards a busy square. The citizens were packed so tight for the mass execution that he could hardly squeeze through them. It took him a long time to realize that his captors were leading him away from the square. By the time anyone else caught on, they were far away, on the outskirts of town.
"Hey!" Leo shouted above the crowd. "You guys aren't Lydian!"
"We're not "guys" either!" Lilla said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"We are with the Daniellie Liberation Army!" Cela announced, also kissing Leo. "We're sorry we had to arrest you. It was the only way to ensure we could smuggle you out of Lydiaville alive."
"You're taking me to Danielle?" Leo said, a sense of wonderful anticipation filling him.
"Yes, but we're not safe yet!" Lilla said. "We have to go through those woods, along the railroad spur line. There are Lydian Troops everywhere, so keep your voice down. As long as we wear these fascist uniforms, they're not likely to stop or question us."
"You must act humble," Cela insisted. "Some Lydians keep men as servants. Act as if you are our love slave, and you'll become almost invisible to the guards."
"I'll do my best!" Leo grinned. It wouldn't be hard to pretend he was the sex toy of two very beautiful shemales.
The first few miles through the woods were hard, and they passed many Lydian patrols. Leo learned too keep his eyes on the ground, never gazing into the eyes of either his "captors" or the Lydians who greeted them with the Lydia salute, hands over breasts. He resented being treated as an "underclass" citizen, but he said nothing, lest he give himself away. That night, Cela and Lilla rewarded Leo for his good behavior.
"Want to see what it's really like to be our love slave?" Cela giggled, unzipping the front of her coverall to reveal her soft, white tits.
"Yeah, I think you deserve a reward for your bravery!" Lilla smiled, rubbing her growing "girl gun" through her tight, leather outfit, and its hot
outline making Leo's mouth water.
"Anything to help the cause!" Leo laughed, latching his mouth to Cela's left tit. He sucked and lapped like a baby, while Lilla knelt behind him and ran her long, sexy fingers over his ass. Leo worked his way down Cela's long, curvy body to her navel, and to the big "clit" that perched below. While he was teasing Cela's big, purple-headed cock with fingers and tongue, Lilla was yanking down his pants, pressing her face into his ass-crack, her tongue driving him wild. She pulled his own straining shaft to erection and jerked him off while he sucked Cela's big, beautiful bone.
Lilla waited until Leo had almost shot his wad, then jerked his balls hard to stop him from orgasming. He felt the intense, sexy pressure of her engorged glans pressing up against his anus, and he relaxed his sphincter muscles in anticipation. Cela gyrated and ground her cock down his throat, gagging him while her partner's hot cock slid into his asshole. Leo moaned softly as he sucked and licked Cela's huge dick. Lilla was a skilled lover, and her strokes were timed so that they would all come simultaneously. Lilla's cock pulsated in his ass, and his own tortured tool throbbed in her slender hands as Cela's womanhood shot a huge, tasty wad down his wet throat.
Cela and Lilla switched positions, Cela's gigantic, eight-inch prick penetrating deep between Leo's spread buns while he tasted the cinnamon and ginger spice of Lilla's seven-inch stick pussy. Cela reared back and really plunged her phallus deep, then withdrew it, repeating the motion until Leo thought he'd faint. He couldn't come again, but his two lovers did, Cela in his ravaged, sore rectum, and Lilla down his throat. He nestled his face in her black pubic hair and gulped down every drop of her delicious "pussy juice." Cela shot her huge wad, but was still hard. He begged her to fuck him again, and she was happy to comply.
In the morning, he was so stiff he could hardly walk, but his two sexy shemale liberators helped him to his feet.
"You're a good love slave," Cela laughed, kissing Leo passionately.
"Yeah, we may ask Danielle to assign you to us permanently," Lilla added.
"I'd be crippled for life!" Leo replied.
The two Daniellite guards lead their captive through a thicker portion of the woods, and suddenly, up ahead, there was trouble. A whole patrol of Lydian Infantry stood over the next ridge.
The two transsexuals carried Leo right up to the Captain of the Guard.
"We captured this Daniellite spy in the woods," Lilla lied.
"Where are you taking him?" the guard sneered. "The prison is in Lydiaville. You are going in the wrong direction."
"He has been broken," Cela explained. "He promised to take us to his compatriots, camped near here."
"Then I will send some of my soldiers to wipe them out!" the Captain announced, calling over several soldiers carrying wicked, black rifles.
"Sergeant Tana," she said. "e***** these two guards to the perimeter. Locate the resistance cell and destroy it. Take two others."
"Hail Lydia!" Tana replied, giving the hands-on-tits salute. The Captain returned the salute.
The three soldiers followed Leo and his two disguised liberators deep into the woods. When they were reaching the outskirts of what looked like another town, Lilla karate-chopped one soldier, stomach-kicked another and Cela took care of the third.
"You must run to that village," Cela said, pointing to the town. "Our troops have taken it. They will lead you to Danielle. We must stay here and fight off that patrol we saw. The Captain will wise up when we don't return."
"Good luck!" Lilla said, kissing Leo deeply.
"Thanks, ladies," Leopold said. "Both for saving my life, and for last night."
"Danielle be with you!" Cela smiled, taking the fallen soldier Tana's rifle. "Hurry! Run to the town."
Leo ran, not looking back. He heard shots ring out. He couldn't stand the idea that his rescuers might have given their lives to save him. He ran onward, dodging through trees to avoid being seen. At last, the town was in sight. And there, standing on the steps of a general store, was his dream goddess, Danielle DDivine. She was giving a speech to a gathered crowd of men, women and shemales. They wore a hundred different fashions, but no uniforms. These were her Freedom Fighters.
Leopold ran towards Danielle...and then he felt funny. His steps seemed to bog down, as if his body was mired in molasses. He couldn't run, and when he tried to cry out to Danielle, his words became long, drawn out nonsense. His vision slowed, as if he were watching a hologram in slow frame. Everything blurred around him as he struggled to reach Danielle. Suddenly, there was another bright, white flash, and he was somewhere else.
Leopold awoke standing on the edge of a cliff. Below was a shallow lake full of wild, snapping alligators. Hanging from a branch about halfway down was Danielle, dressed in a safari shirt, shorts and a pith helmet!
"Hang on, Danielle!" Leo cried. "I'm coming!"
He frantically searched for rope, or something to lower down to the struggling shemale. He could hear the branch cracking under her weight.
Leo could find nothing that even resembled a rope. Panicked, he stripped his pants off and tore them, tying the legs together. It wasn't long enough. He tore off his own safari shirt and ripped it into several long strips, and wove those into the pants. He made a long loop for Danielle to attach to her waist, and tied the other end around his. He ran to the cliff and lowered down the makeshift rescue harness. He hoped he could support his beloved's weight.
"Grab the rope, Danielle, darling!" Leo cried. He had to lie down in order for the harness to reach her.
Danielle wrapped the harness around her slim waist and tightened it. Leo began to pull her up, sweat pouring from his brow. His muscles seemed stronger than he remembered, and he was able to pull Danielle over the edge of the cliff just as the branch snapped off, falling into the teeth of the alligators, who snapped it to sawdust.
Leo pulled Danielle into his arms and kissed her beautiful, full lips. The Universe blinked again and the cliff and surrounding countryside vanished.
Leo awoke, still kissing his beautiful blonde dream lover, in her plush, pink, four-poster bed in her Dream Palace. Leo blinked and felt the pink satin sheets beneath him. They were real. The walls were lined with glamour shots of Danielle, some naked, some dressed in seductive lingerie.
There were even portraits by famous artists. Another wall was lined with dildoes, anal balls, probes and handcuffs. It was real-but it couldn't be!
Danielle DDivine had begun life as a virtual reality diva. She'd been just a lovely load of pixels in the brain of a supercomputer until the VR accident of 2024 had made her fulsome flesh into a reality, for Leo and hundreds of other "DDevotees." He couldn't believe he was actually in Danielle's bed, in her imaginary Dream Palace. But he didn't care. He was with her. That was all that mattered.
The kiss lingered, until Leo forced himself down to Danielle's perfect, magnificent 40DD breasts. They tasted sweeter than Cela or Lilla's tits.
They had a special, honey-like flavor all their own. Leo let his tongue do a long, loving circuit of the blonde goddess's hot, luscious tit flesh. His fingers caressed her left tit while his mouth and tongue serviced her right, then he reversed. Her skin was softer than velvet, smooth as alabaster, and that honey and spice tang drove him wild as he slowly descended the rounded plain of her stomach and waist down to her round navel.
There, the rising scent of her feminine and masculine musks teased and tortured his nose. He lingered at her navel a while, then kissed his way down to the base of her big, beautiful prick. He kissed and licked her pubic hair, then began the long, slow climb along the rising ridge of her gigantic girl gun. The musky taste of her thick-veined tool enticed Leo as he nipped and licked his way to the thick, pulsating glans and began to slowly take her into his mouth.
Danielle bucked and rose up under him, sliding her clit into Leopold's mouth with sexy strokes, mouth-fucking him. She moaned and wriggled under his wet, sucking lips and his lapping, obedient tongue. He could hardly take all of her nine-inch broad rod into his throat, and by the time he'd worked his way all the way to the base of her power pole, the glans was literally tickling his tonsils. Danielle clenched her buttocks, squeezed her balls and shot her wad deep into Leopold's mouth. He held it there and withdrew, then kissed her pink lips, passing her own juices back into her mouth. They shared it like fine wine, licking excess off each other, laughing.
Leopold had waited ten years to feel the fire of Danielle DDivine's wonderful woman wand up inside him, and she was willing to oblige, but first, she ran her own raspy tongue around his cheeks, giving him a rim job beyond compare. He nearly fainted as she shoved two plush pink pillows under his stomach, then spread his cheeks and rammed her massive monster up past his tight anus. Leo screamed as she entered him, but soon began to moan and coo with pleasure as she expertly reamed him deeper and deeper. He gasped as her glans tickled his prostate gland, rubbed his "G-spot" and sent him over the edge. He came on Danielle's satin sheets, but she was still far from her own orgasm. She continued to plunge into his rectum until her nine-inch love stick was buried in him up to the hilt. She rocked her hips into his, wrapped her legs around him and drove deeper still.
Leo was soaked with sweat, his whole body tingling with erotic fire as his dream lover bucked and plunged. Her glans seemed to have a life of it's own, writhing and pulsating inside his butt. He knew she was going to cum soon, and he wanted it.
"Oh, my goddess, fuck me!" he gasped. "Cum in my ass! Give me your love juice!"
"Here you go, big boy!" Danielle laughed. She rammed deep, their thighs flush and her girl gun exploded a huge river of hot love into Leopold's aching ass.
"What are you two doing in my bedroom?" a familiar voice inquired. They turned to face another Danielle! She was dressed in a purple baby doll teddy and purple silk stockings.
"Your bedroom?" a third blonde bombshell, dressed in red stockings, a white garter belt and high-heeled leather boots said, arms akimbo.
"You're mistaken, missy! This is my bedroom!"
The second Danielle walked over to the bed and positioned herself so Leo could suck her cock while "his" Danielle continued to pole his posterior. The third clone jammed her love stick into Danielle's "sacred temple." Leopold felt like he'd died and gone to Danielle heaven! The four of them switched positions all night, until they were all soaked with sweat, cum, anal lube and lipstick, too exhausted to move.
When Leopold awoke, he found it hadn't been a dream. Danielle Number One still had her cock nestled in his ass, while his head rested on Danielle Two's huge, soft tits. Number Three snored softly to his right. He expected the flash to jar him out of this universe and plunge him back to his lonely apartment in Vertical Manhattan, but the flash never came. The weeks, days and years ahead were sheer paradise.
Nobody ever found Leopold Lissitsky's remains. Officials assumed theorized that he had been struck by a huge bolt of lightning caused by the blue snow and had literally vaporized. A small monument was erect to honor his brave sacrifice. Only Leopold knew the truth. He had entered the DDivine Dimension, and he wasn't coming back.
Vertical Manhattan
The Promenade
Leopold Lissitsky had moved up in the world, literally. He'd moved from his cramped, decimated one-room conapt on the 223rd floor up to the exclusive, 999th floor Promenade, the poshest neighborhood in Vertical Manhattan. After his apartment had self-repaired, he'd gotten the first of two promotions from his online company, but he'd quit a few years later to start his own business. But despite his wealth, his opulent,
self-maintaining penthouse apartment with its built-in Olympic swimming pool, robotic tennis courts and six ethnic restaurants that catered to his every culinary whim, Leo was unhappy.
Ever since the day his sex life had been changed forever by the bizarre dimensional accident which had transformed his virtual reality lover, the breathtaking blonde shemale, Danielle DDivine into a flesh-and-blood woman, he'd been unable to recreate the sensations he'd experienced with her. He missed the velvet flame of her alabaster white skin, the burning, throbbing pulse of her nine-inch "nail gun" as she
rammed it up his yielding, enslaved ass, the smell of her honey-scented hair as they lay exhausted in each other's arms. He had never found those erotic sensations with another woman or shemale.
Once the sex ban was lifted, Leo had started dating shemales left and right, looking for one who could take Danielle's place, and fill his heart (and his asshole) with the same fiery passion. But the relationships never worked out. He got laid a lot, but it wasn't enough. He just wasn't the same man after his encounter with Danielle. He recalled a story of a man who'd slept with the goddess Aphrodite, but afterwards, was no longer able to appreciate mortal women. Danielle had been his Aphrodite, Venus with a perfect 40DD chest and a nine-inch cock.
Leo had found one blonde with a figure almost as nice as Danielle's, but she wanted to be submissive all the time, and refused to fuck his ass. He'd even tried ordering one of the new android simulacra to match her capacities, but the factory had refused his order, calling it "non-essential" and a waste of their time and funds.
"We make androids here, Mr. Lissitsky!" the holograpic secretary had scolded. "Not sex toys!"
Leo had become a workaholic, putting in f******n-hour days, taking long conference calls, doing all the things he used to hate. He forgot about sex altogether, becoming a kind of emotionless corporate robot. But inside, he ached for his lost blonde goddess. He prayed to the gods and goddesses of every major world religion to restore his busty belle to his side.
Whether the gods heard him, and took pity on his suffering soul, or whether it was sheer coincidence, Leopold Lissitsky was reunited with Danielle DDivine two days later. Sort of.
The greatest consequence of the Second Sino-Soviet War, fought between 2010 and 2014 by China, Japan and what remained of Russia, was the radioactive fallout called "blue snow." The detritus of nuclear-waste tipped missiles shot down by ASAT weapons, the blue snow contained EMP-producing materials. Whenever the stuff started to descend upon the Vertical US, it reeked havoc. Systems crashed. Artificial intelligences went insane. World Net communications were severed for days, sometimes weeks on end until the self-repair nanobots could re-route around the damaged links. Inter-building trains crashed, hover taxis plummeted Earthward, crashing on the Great Dome which encased the now dead Lower Cities.
In short, the blue snow was, in many ways, more devastating than the war. It turned the tall, silver needle-towers of Vertical Manhattan, Vertical Boston, Vertical Chicago and others into giant lighting rods for electromagnetic anarchy.
The snowstorm which hit Vertical Manhattan on August 22, 2034 was the worst in a decade, triggered by the sudden orbital decay of an unexploded waste-tipped MIRV. An ASAT vaporized the missile before it entered the atmosphere, but it was too late. The blue snow blanketed half the Vertical Continent.
Leopold was working on the stock quotes for next quarter when his computer screen went dead and his cleaning robots shrieked and exploded. Blue Snow Emergency sirens wailed outside the building, filling the city with echoing chaos. He watched a hover cab burst into flames, crashing into 293 West 11th Street, taking out a whole wall of offices. He ran to his self-powered elevator and pushed the button that would take him to the Emergency Shelter in the center of Promenade Park. He emerged into chaos. Men and women shoved and screamed, rushing a human wave to the cylindrical shelter, which was fashioned into a giant Doric column in the center of the park. Leopold was knocked to the ground by a giant of a man, and felt himself being dragged along, feet kicking dangerously close to his head. He managed to regain his footing, but he never made it to the shelter through the throngs of screaming, panicked people. He saw the big, white shield doors slam shut seconds before he reached the column. Now what was he going to do?
Collapsing onto a park bench, Leopold saw the EMP storm begin. Lights exploded like chilrdren's balloons. Arcs of deadly blue lightning began to lash across the sky, striking any metallic surface nearby. And then he heard the most dreadful sound in the Universe.
It was a sound like a huge strip of canvas being slowly torn in half. It grew louder and closer, and Leopold's heart began to race. He ran for the closest cover, a small bush near a statue of Venus. He cowered under the bush and saw the air ripple and contort, like a mirage on hot pavement, pulsing and corus**ting like mad as a kind of invisible bubble formed. Against his better judgment, Leopold did something totally insane. He ran right into the center of the bubble of strange air. Lighting danced around him, making his hair stand on end. He felt fire along his spine and a shooting, burning, acid pain behind his eyes. The world turned blue, then silver, then black as night. He was no longer in his own Universe.
* * *
Leopold awoke sixteen hours later in an unfamiliar location. His clothing was it tatters. He was amazed to be alive. He wondered where the freak dimensional tear had transported him. It was just such an anomaly that had brought Danielle to life ten years earlier. But the force of this storm had been 100 times greater. It had literally torn Leo from his universe, wrenched him across space-time, and deposited him, seemingly randomly, elsewhere and elsewhen.
He looked around. At first he could see only what looked like a vast forest of blue-gray trees with heliotrope and shocking pink leaves. He walked for a while, and in the distance, he began to discern a looming structure. As he drew closer, he saw that it was a small city, of the kind he'd seen in history hologram. It resembled a fortified village from feudal England or Ireland, with a long, wooden palisade ringing the lower portion. There were many small, thatch-roofed houses along the wide, dirt-lined avenues of the Low City, and a long, winding spiral road ran up a steep hill to the High City, where the huts gave way to vast wooden mansions. At the top of the crest was a massive stone castle, with at least a hundred out buildings.
This low-tech world was a shocking contrast to Vertical Manhattan, where a person could hardly breathe without needing technological support. Leo breathed in the air. Unlike recycled, city air, it was fresh and crisp, and it seemed to cool his throat and lungs. The air was fragrant with the heady perfumes of a hundred exotic species of flowers, and a warm yellow sun glowed overhead, gently caressing Leo's skin in a most energizing way. He felt more alive than he had in ten years, since that strange, wonderful day he'd spent with Danielle's flesh incarnation.
He began to hum and sing as he strolled at a leisurely pace to the city. No sense running on such a fine summer day. Though it took him a long time to reach the lower gates of the city, he found that he wasn't tired. The exercise had done him good, heightening his senses. This was a world filled with bright colors and wonderful, exotic scents.
Leo came to a wooden gate that was built into the palisade. There was a guard tower, which he approached cautiously.
A female guard stepped from the booth. Her appearance was shocking. She was six feet tall, quite beautiful, and wore a bright, sky-blue jerkin, a shocking pink cloak, a pair of sheer, royal blue stockings, matching thigh-high leather boots. A red "musketeer" tri-corner hat with a bright green plume adorned her head, and a long, thin sword hung from a belt around her naked waist. The large phallus that jutted out below her blue garter belt was tattooed with intricate, beautiful designs.
"Halt!" the shemale guard cried. "Who would enter DDivinia, and on what business?"
"I'm Leopold Lissitsky," the stunned self-made millionaire announced. "I really don't know how I got here. I guess I'd like to see your leader, if
that's possible."
"Hold where you are!" the beautiful soldier commanded.
She stepped back into her booth. The gate began to retract into the wall. Six guards, similarly dressed and accoutered marched out in lock step.
"This is the one Our DDivine Leader has waited for," spoke the gate guard. "He is to be e*****ed to the Royal Residence at once!"
The six shemale warriors surrounded Leopold. Two took his arms, while the other four made a protective circle around them.
"What the heck?" Leopold thought. "When in Rome..."
He tried to engage the guards who held his armpits and literally carried him the entire five miles to the castle walls in conversation, but they would not speak a word. Obviously, they had strict orders against talking.
At last, they came to the immense castle Leo had seen from the Low City. They entered the keep and e*****ed him across the flagstones to a large, vaulted inner chamber. The stone castle was cold and drafty, and smelled of moss and age. Long, intricate tapestries hung on the walls, but he couldn't understand the scenes they depicted. There seemed to be colors he'd never seen before woven into them.
The beautiful guards led him to a room deep in the castle, with vaulted stone ceilings and a large, broad staircase leading up to a huge, golden throne lined with red velvet. He did not have to be told that the exquisite woman sitting on the throne was their Queen. She was Danielle DDivine! Yet---she wasn't exactly the same Danielle he'd met ten years earlier. For one thing, her hair was almost silver. It was one of those indefinable colors he'd seen in the tapestries, between silver and white, but not quite either. Her eyes were the same alien hue, and she had a strange cast to her face. Her eyes were upswept and almond shaped, and her ears slightly pointed. Elfin was the best word for it, and yet that word was inadequate to describe the delicate beauty of her features.
"Is this the Chosen One?" she spoke in a high, lovely lilt. That too was different, for he remembered a throaty purr, where this was a singsong, crooning voice.
"Yes, Your Majesty," spoke one of the forward guards. "We found him dazed outside the City Gates, just as the prophecy predicted."
"Bring him to me," the beautiful Queen demanded. The two warriors jerked Leopold roughly up the stairs and forced him to sit on a small stool, looking up at the lovely monarch.
"What is your name, strange one?" Danielle's doppelganger asked him, her strange eyes boring into him.
"I am Leopold Lissitsky, Your Majesty," he replied. "I have come here from---far away."
"That I already knew," the sexy Queen said. Her blue silk bodice barely contained her famous, 40DD breasts. She needed no corset to define her slim waist and elegant, rounded hips.
"I am sorry, I mean no insolence," Leopold said.
"No insult was taken," the alien beauty replied. "I am Danithras, Queen of Divinia. No doubt you are hungry and tired from your long trip.
Belarus, Lyrina, bring our guest food and wine. And bring one of my Robes of State."
The two guards saluted and left him alone with the beautiful Danithras.
"Remove your clothing," Danithras ordered the startled man. "It is alien and offends my eyes."
"As you wish, Your Highness," Leopold said, a little embarrassed. He didn't know why stripping in front of a woman he'd already made love to hundreds of times, if only in virtual reality should cause him to feel modesty, but it did. He removed his blue coveralls and stood naked before
her, hands covering his crotch.
"Remove your hands!" the silver-haired beauty demanded. "I must see if you are indeed the one the prophecy spoke of."
Leo reluctantly let his hands fall to his sides. He couldn't help the huge, throbbing erection gazing at her magnificent body had given him.
She seemed rather indifferent, staring at his cock, then looking away.
"Yes, you are indeed the One," she spoke enigmatically.
The guards, Belarus and Lyrina returned. Lyrina handed the naked man a blue robe, with patterns embroidered on it in that strange, silver-gray color. He quickly pulled it over his head, feeling less vulnerable.
Belarus set out a plate of exotic looking foods, mostly leaves and jellied insects, and a large bottle of yellow wine.
After some hesitation, Leopold put one of the jelly cubes into his mouth. The insect crunched under his teeth, but it tasted delicious. It was like rare steak, or some types of sushi he'd tasted. The Queen poured him some of the wine, which was also excellent, tasting of berries, and made him a bit light headed.
The repast was finished quickly, and Queen Danithras rose from her velvet throne and lead the slightly drunk human to her throne chambers.
She slid out of her own robes, revealing a body beyond compare, except with the original, Danielle DDivine.
"You are the Chosen," the silver-eyed sex goddess spoke, leading Leopold to a huge, white bed, covered with multicolored silk sheets and pillows. "You will now impregnate me, as the prophecy states."
She knelt in "doggy position," on the soft bed, her magnificent ass in the air. Leopold was a bit shocked by the abruptness of her statements, and her immediate willingness to fuck, with no preliminaries, no foreplay whatsoever, but seeing those marble-smooth ass cheeks made his cock rock hard, and he slid off his robe, eager to obey the eccentric ruler.
When he knelt behind her, he gasped. Nestled between her lovely ass cheeks was not the brown gateway to paradise he'd expected, but a pussy! A real, female sex organ, snuggled between those rounded globes! He didn't know what to make of it, so he didn't think. He simply entered her velvety softness and started to pump. It felt incredibly tight and wet. It wasn't exactly like a human woman's vagina. It had the tightness
of an anus, but the wet, smooth feel of a lubricated cunt. He squeezed her huge, round tits and stroked her own pulsating prick as he fucked her. Soon they were both slick with sweat, reduced to pants and groans of passion. He came hard and fast.
As soon as he had spent his huge, burning load inside Danithras, she summoned her guards, who dragged him roughly from her bedchamber.
"Hey!" Leopold protested. "What's going on?"
"You are to be executed," Belarus stated matter-of-factly.
"What" Leopold gasped, trying to break free of her grasp, to no avail. "Why? What have I done? I thought the Queen liked me!"
"You performed your required function," Lyrina explained. "It is customary in Divinia that the Chosen one impregnate our Queen, then be disposed of. That is our tradition, dating back hundreds of years."
"I can't say I care much for your culture!" Leo shouted as they led him to what looked like a guillotine. They slipped his head into a hole and a guard with a huge sword towered over him menacingly.
"Commence the Ceremony of Finishing!" spoke the Queen's voice. The sword flashed, and so did the Universe.
Leopold found himself standing on a grassy hill, looking down on a small, archaic settlement. He'd seen this type of place in history holograms. It was called a "town" or "village," and from the look of the buildings, it was circa 1930's America. There was only one main street, and several branching streets. Along the main strip were several shops, a post office, a church, a library and a barbershop, complete with blue, white and red rotating pole. A large flag rose above an ornate, white marble building Leo assumed was the seat of the local governing body. The flag was not the "Stars and Stripes" he would expect to see, but was black, with a cursive golden "L" on it.
The confused man walked along a railroad bridge that led to the main street. The town seemed eerily quiet. Although there were several internal combustion "cars" parked near a movie theater and near the town hall, he saw no people. He didn't even hear birds chirping. It looked more like a set from an ancient 2-D "movie" than an inhabited place. Perhaps he was on some studio back lot, on a day when no motion pictures were being filmed.
As Leopold was approaching the marble "town hall," he caught a glimpse of movement. He thought he'd seen a glint of blonde hair in the doorway.
"Hello?" he called, running up the steps after the apparition. "Danielle? Is that you? Danielle, can you hear me?"
The moment he got to the entrance, two pairs of strong hands grabbed him. He turned to face two beautiful, raven-haired women dressed in tight, black leather jumpsuits and matching gloves and boots. They had the same stylized "L" embroidered above their bulging breasts. From the tightness of the outfits, Leopold could see that the "women" were, in fact, shemales, like the guards in DDivinia.
"You are in violation of the curfew!" the woman to his left snarled in an arrogant, authoritarian tone.
"You have confessed to the crime of Daniellism!" the right-hand guard cursed. "You shall be taken to a holding cell. I would suggest you
confess your crimes immediately."
"I don't understand," Leo objected, struggling to break free of their iron grip on his shoulders, to no avail. "I'm a stranger, I don't understand. Where am I?"
"Fool!" the left-hand guard snapped. "You dare wander into the borders of Lydialand and utter the name of the Enemy of the State? No one is that naive. You are a radical. A trouble maker!"
"Do not attempt to confuse us with your Daniellite rhetoric!" his other captor added. "We will not be blinded by the blonde-haired enemy of Lydia, our Liberator!"
They wrestled him down a long, dark corridor to what was clearly a courtroom. A judge, who looked exactly like the twin guards sat behind a dais. The guards held him immobile between them as the judge leered down at him disapprovingly.
"What are the charges against this...man?" the beautiful judge inquired.
"He called the name of the Accursed One!" the left-hand guard stated.
"He is in curfew violation, and has no visible means of support," the right-hand Lydian added. "I suggest he be tortured to gain a full confession."
"No!" Leopold shouted. "Please, your Honor! I don't understand these charges! I am a stranger to Lydiaville. I am not an enemy of the state!"
"So say all Daniellites!" the judge spat. "You are charged with being an enemy spy, clearly sent here to spread the subversive message of the blonde she-demon, Danielle DDivine, the enemy of our beloved Lydia Leather. You will be imprisoned until morning, when you will be e*****ed
into the Town Square and beaten to death by these two fine citizens. Dismissed!"
She banged her gavel with a fatal finality that sent a shiver down Leopold's spine.
The two guards, Cera and Lilla, guided him down another dank, dimly lit corridor to a holding cell with a sink , a crude toilet and a cot on the floor.
They shoved him roughly inside.
"So long, Daniellite scum!" Cela said, spitting on him.
"I look forward to your death, spy!" Lilla cursed, banging the barred door shut and locking it.
Leopold sunk onto the filthy mattress. What could he do? He had to get out of here.
A speaker was mounted in the wall of his dank, chilly cell, and Leo listened to a blistering speech, which slowly filled in the details of the society whose laws he had violated.
"Today another Enemy of Lydia was arrested," spoke an arrogant, powerful voice. "He was of the underclass called "men," and confessed fully to being a spy for the hated Daniellite Regime. He has begged to be executed for his crimes, and will be terminated in the town square tomorrow at high noon, along with seven other traitors in his criminal cell. As you, the loyal followers of our beloved Lydia realize, the lies the Daniellites spew are a cancer eating away at the healthy body of our State. They tell you that you should have "free will." What they mean is chaos and lawlessness, the right to kill and **** and destroy! They tell you that you should be allowed to dress as you will, but this is another form of chaos, breeding jealousy and hatred, which lead to war and destruction! Freedom of Speech, Freedom of the Press, Universal Suffrage, Equality of the Sexes, all of these are lies, falsehoods constructed to destroy your morale and make you believe in false ideals. Those corrupt beliefs brought about the last atomic war! Do you want another? No, of course not! Neither does our beautiful leader. She has imposed her will upon us to bring us together as once, to give power to those who deserve it, and to oppress the trouble-making rabble who would sew dissent among you. All hail Lydia Leather!"
A chorus of cheering voices screamed "All hail Lydia" along with the fanatical announcer. Leopold realized that he was in a fascist state, ruled by the iron will of the ruling shemale, Lydia Leather and an army of her clones. They had overthrown a peaceful, civilized, freethinking society run by followers of his idol, Danielle DDivine. Now she was viewed as an outlaw, and all those who dared support her ideas were quickly dispatched. And by uttering her name, he had signed his own death warrant!
Leo tried to sleep, but he couldn't. His shoes and belt had been taken away. There was no way to get any of the brick of his cell loose, and the bars were solid steel.
As he was despairing, a paper airplane suddenly flew into his cell, between the bars of the high-set window!
He reached down and grabbed the scrap of white paper. It bore a crude, black and white image of Danielle DDivine, and some scrawled hastily in pink lipstick. It read:
"Dear Freedom Fighter: Our forces have been informed of your brave support of Danielle and her ideals.
You shall be freed before noon. Prepare for action."
The note was signed with a lipstick kiss.
Leopold waited, trying to stay awake in case his liberators showed up during the night, but there was no movement at all. He had to listen to several more fascist "Lydian" speeches, including one extolling the virtues of the total annihilation of the "underclasses," i.e., non-shemales.
Dawn broke through the slender bars, and Leo still hadn't been rescued by the freedom fighters. He figured they'd been captured or killed. Somehow, he wasn't terribly worried. He had a strange feeling this universe would not let him die. He had been saved from *******ation in DDivinia. He was certain there would be an escape for Lydiaville, somehow. But when noon rolled around, and two Lydian guards came for him, he began to have his doubts.
"Come on, Daniellite filth!" one guard snarled, yanking him off the mattress. "Time to pay for your sins!"
The other guard remained silent as they marched him into the sunlight, down the steps, and down the main street, where gathered Lydians, men and women hurled stones and bricks at him. The guards lugged him by the armpits down the crowded street towards a busy square. The citizens were packed so tight for the mass execution that he could hardly squeeze through them. It took him a long time to realize that his captors were leading him away from the square. By the time anyone else caught on, they were far away, on the outskirts of town.
"Hey!" Leo shouted above the crowd. "You guys aren't Lydian!"
"We're not "guys" either!" Lilla said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"We are with the Daniellie Liberation Army!" Cela announced, also kissing Leo. "We're sorry we had to arrest you. It was the only way to ensure we could smuggle you out of Lydiaville alive."
"You're taking me to Danielle?" Leo said, a sense of wonderful anticipation filling him.
"Yes, but we're not safe yet!" Lilla said. "We have to go through those woods, along the railroad spur line. There are Lydian Troops everywhere, so keep your voice down. As long as we wear these fascist uniforms, they're not likely to stop or question us."
"You must act humble," Cela insisted. "Some Lydians keep men as servants. Act as if you are our love slave, and you'll become almost invisible to the guards."
"I'll do my best!" Leo grinned. It wouldn't be hard to pretend he was the sex toy of two very beautiful shemales.
The first few miles through the woods were hard, and they passed many Lydian patrols. Leo learned too keep his eyes on the ground, never gazing into the eyes of either his "captors" or the Lydians who greeted them with the Lydia salute, hands over breasts. He resented being treated as an "underclass" citizen, but he said nothing, lest he give himself away. That night, Cela and Lilla rewarded Leo for his good behavior.
"Want to see what it's really like to be our love slave?" Cela giggled, unzipping the front of her coverall to reveal her soft, white tits.
"Yeah, I think you deserve a reward for your bravery!" Lilla smiled, rubbing her growing "girl gun" through her tight, leather outfit, and its hot
outline making Leo's mouth water.
"Anything to help the cause!" Leo laughed, latching his mouth to Cela's left tit. He sucked and lapped like a baby, while Lilla knelt behind him and ran her long, sexy fingers over his ass. Leo worked his way down Cela's long, curvy body to her navel, and to the big "clit" that perched below. While he was teasing Cela's big, purple-headed cock with fingers and tongue, Lilla was yanking down his pants, pressing her face into his ass-crack, her tongue driving him wild. She pulled his own straining shaft to erection and jerked him off while he sucked Cela's big, beautiful bone.
Lilla waited until Leo had almost shot his wad, then jerked his balls hard to stop him from orgasming. He felt the intense, sexy pressure of her engorged glans pressing up against his anus, and he relaxed his sphincter muscles in anticipation. Cela gyrated and ground her cock down his throat, gagging him while her partner's hot cock slid into his asshole. Leo moaned softly as he sucked and licked Cela's huge dick. Lilla was a skilled lover, and her strokes were timed so that they would all come simultaneously. Lilla's cock pulsated in his ass, and his own tortured tool throbbed in her slender hands as Cela's womanhood shot a huge, tasty wad down his wet throat.
Cela and Lilla switched positions, Cela's gigantic, eight-inch prick penetrating deep between Leo's spread buns while he tasted the cinnamon and ginger spice of Lilla's seven-inch stick pussy. Cela reared back and really plunged her phallus deep, then withdrew it, repeating the motion until Leo thought he'd faint. He couldn't come again, but his two lovers did, Cela in his ravaged, sore rectum, and Lilla down his throat. He nestled his face in her black pubic hair and gulped down every drop of her delicious "pussy juice." Cela shot her huge wad, but was still hard. He begged her to fuck him again, and she was happy to comply.
In the morning, he was so stiff he could hardly walk, but his two sexy shemale liberators helped him to his feet.
"You're a good love slave," Cela laughed, kissing Leo passionately.
"Yeah, we may ask Danielle to assign you to us permanently," Lilla added.
"I'd be crippled for life!" Leo replied.
The two Daniellite guards lead their captive through a thicker portion of the woods, and suddenly, up ahead, there was trouble. A whole patrol of Lydian Infantry stood over the next ridge.
The two transsexuals carried Leo right up to the Captain of the Guard.
"We captured this Daniellite spy in the woods," Lilla lied.
"Where are you taking him?" the guard sneered. "The prison is in Lydiaville. You are going in the wrong direction."
"He has been broken," Cela explained. "He promised to take us to his compatriots, camped near here."
"Then I will send some of my soldiers to wipe them out!" the Captain announced, calling over several soldiers carrying wicked, black rifles.
"Sergeant Tana," she said. "e***** these two guards to the perimeter. Locate the resistance cell and destroy it. Take two others."
"Hail Lydia!" Tana replied, giving the hands-on-tits salute. The Captain returned the salute.
The three soldiers followed Leo and his two disguised liberators deep into the woods. When they were reaching the outskirts of what looked like another town, Lilla karate-chopped one soldier, stomach-kicked another and Cela took care of the third.
"You must run to that village," Cela said, pointing to the town. "Our troops have taken it. They will lead you to Danielle. We must stay here and fight off that patrol we saw. The Captain will wise up when we don't return."
"Good luck!" Lilla said, kissing Leo deeply.
"Thanks, ladies," Leopold said. "Both for saving my life, and for last night."
"Danielle be with you!" Cela smiled, taking the fallen soldier Tana's rifle. "Hurry! Run to the town."
Leo ran, not looking back. He heard shots ring out. He couldn't stand the idea that his rescuers might have given their lives to save him. He ran onward, dodging through trees to avoid being seen. At last, the town was in sight. And there, standing on the steps of a general store, was his dream goddess, Danielle DDivine. She was giving a speech to a gathered crowd of men, women and shemales. They wore a hundred different fashions, but no uniforms. These were her Freedom Fighters.
Leopold ran towards Danielle...and then he felt funny. His steps seemed to bog down, as if his body was mired in molasses. He couldn't run, and when he tried to cry out to Danielle, his words became long, drawn out nonsense. His vision slowed, as if he were watching a hologram in slow frame. Everything blurred around him as he struggled to reach Danielle. Suddenly, there was another bright, white flash, and he was somewhere else.
Leopold awoke standing on the edge of a cliff. Below was a shallow lake full of wild, snapping alligators. Hanging from a branch about halfway down was Danielle, dressed in a safari shirt, shorts and a pith helmet!
"Hang on, Danielle!" Leo cried. "I'm coming!"
He frantically searched for rope, or something to lower down to the struggling shemale. He could hear the branch cracking under her weight.
Leo could find nothing that even resembled a rope. Panicked, he stripped his pants off and tore them, tying the legs together. It wasn't long enough. He tore off his own safari shirt and ripped it into several long strips, and wove those into the pants. He made a long loop for Danielle to attach to her waist, and tied the other end around his. He ran to the cliff and lowered down the makeshift rescue harness. He hoped he could support his beloved's weight.
"Grab the rope, Danielle, darling!" Leo cried. He had to lie down in order for the harness to reach her.
Danielle wrapped the harness around her slim waist and tightened it. Leo began to pull her up, sweat pouring from his brow. His muscles seemed stronger than he remembered, and he was able to pull Danielle over the edge of the cliff just as the branch snapped off, falling into the teeth of the alligators, who snapped it to sawdust.
Leo pulled Danielle into his arms and kissed her beautiful, full lips. The Universe blinked again and the cliff and surrounding countryside vanished.
Leo awoke, still kissing his beautiful blonde dream lover, in her plush, pink, four-poster bed in her Dream Palace. Leo blinked and felt the pink satin sheets beneath him. They were real. The walls were lined with glamour shots of Danielle, some naked, some dressed in seductive lingerie.
There were even portraits by famous artists. Another wall was lined with dildoes, anal balls, probes and handcuffs. It was real-but it couldn't be!
Danielle DDivine had begun life as a virtual reality diva. She'd been just a lovely load of pixels in the brain of a supercomputer until the VR accident of 2024 had made her fulsome flesh into a reality, for Leo and hundreds of other "DDevotees." He couldn't believe he was actually in Danielle's bed, in her imaginary Dream Palace. But he didn't care. He was with her. That was all that mattered.
The kiss lingered, until Leo forced himself down to Danielle's perfect, magnificent 40DD breasts. They tasted sweeter than Cela or Lilla's tits.
They had a special, honey-like flavor all their own. Leo let his tongue do a long, loving circuit of the blonde goddess's hot, luscious tit flesh. His fingers caressed her left tit while his mouth and tongue serviced her right, then he reversed. Her skin was softer than velvet, smooth as alabaster, and that honey and spice tang drove him wild as he slowly descended the rounded plain of her stomach and waist down to her round navel.
There, the rising scent of her feminine and masculine musks teased and tortured his nose. He lingered at her navel a while, then kissed his way down to the base of her big, beautiful prick. He kissed and licked her pubic hair, then began the long, slow climb along the rising ridge of her gigantic girl gun. The musky taste of her thick-veined tool enticed Leo as he nipped and licked his way to the thick, pulsating glans and began to slowly take her into his mouth.
Danielle bucked and rose up under him, sliding her clit into Leopold's mouth with sexy strokes, mouth-fucking him. She moaned and wriggled under his wet, sucking lips and his lapping, obedient tongue. He could hardly take all of her nine-inch broad rod into his throat, and by the time he'd worked his way all the way to the base of her power pole, the glans was literally tickling his tonsils. Danielle clenched her buttocks, squeezed her balls and shot her wad deep into Leopold's mouth. He held it there and withdrew, then kissed her pink lips, passing her own juices back into her mouth. They shared it like fine wine, licking excess off each other, laughing.
Leopold had waited ten years to feel the fire of Danielle DDivine's wonderful woman wand up inside him, and she was willing to oblige, but first, she ran her own raspy tongue around his cheeks, giving him a rim job beyond compare. He nearly fainted as she shoved two plush pink pillows under his stomach, then spread his cheeks and rammed her massive monster up past his tight anus. Leo screamed as she entered him, but soon began to moan and coo with pleasure as she expertly reamed him deeper and deeper. He gasped as her glans tickled his prostate gland, rubbed his "G-spot" and sent him over the edge. He came on Danielle's satin sheets, but she was still far from her own orgasm. She continued to plunge into his rectum until her nine-inch love stick was buried in him up to the hilt. She rocked her hips into his, wrapped her legs around him and drove deeper still.
Leo was soaked with sweat, his whole body tingling with erotic fire as his dream lover bucked and plunged. Her glans seemed to have a life of it's own, writhing and pulsating inside his butt. He knew she was going to cum soon, and he wanted it.
"Oh, my goddess, fuck me!" he gasped. "Cum in my ass! Give me your love juice!"
"Here you go, big boy!" Danielle laughed. She rammed deep, their thighs flush and her girl gun exploded a huge river of hot love into Leopold's aching ass.
"What are you two doing in my bedroom?" a familiar voice inquired. They turned to face another Danielle! She was dressed in a purple baby doll teddy and purple silk stockings.
"Your bedroom?" a third blonde bombshell, dressed in red stockings, a white garter belt and high-heeled leather boots said, arms akimbo.
"You're mistaken, missy! This is my bedroom!"
The second Danielle walked over to the bed and positioned herself so Leo could suck her cock while "his" Danielle continued to pole his posterior. The third clone jammed her love stick into Danielle's "sacred temple." Leopold felt like he'd died and gone to Danielle heaven! The four of them switched positions all night, until they were all soaked with sweat, cum, anal lube and lipstick, too exhausted to move.
When Leopold awoke, he found it hadn't been a dream. Danielle Number One still had her cock nestled in his ass, while his head rested on Danielle Two's huge, soft tits. Number Three snored softly to his right. He expected the flash to jar him out of this universe and plunge him back to his lonely apartment in Vertical Manhattan, but the flash never came. The weeks, days and years ahead were sheer paradise.
Nobody ever found Leopold Lissitsky's remains. Officials assumed theorized that he had been struck by a huge bolt of lightning caused by the blue snow and had literally vaporized. A small monument was erect to honor his brave sacrifice. Only Leopold knew the truth. He had entered the DDivine Dimension, and he wasn't coming back.
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