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A Primitive Frost (Sarjin & Arctic Fox)

Arctic Fox

Arctic Fox

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 21, 2012
prologue:

How long ago one could walk freely on Earth, feel the warmth of sunlight on your face or beach sand underfoot. However those days are now long gone. Over population has reduced many to near slave labor to those that controlled the food markets, crime became rampant. Soon it became convenient to biofreeze the down trodden, the criminals, and if you paid enough any enemy. Indefinitely stored they did not need to be fed. after nearly a century more people were biofroze than were living it seemed. Finally the World counsel realized that even that solution would not work, energy had to be used to store them, energy that could be used elsewhere. After discussions it was agreed that their best bet, best option, was to send them off planet. By this time Earth had managed to populate the Moon and Mars, as well as a few nearby colonies, but not out of the solar system. They did locate several planets that could possibly harbor needed atmosphere and habitat for life to thrive. Immediately several interstellar spacecraft were constructed. Programmers put in abilities on board the ships main CPU and into many robo-units on how to awaken the biocylinders, to monitor and alter things as needed to ensure their safety. Even though many were some of Earths worst criminals. Murderers, rapists, drug dealers, prostitutes, embezzlers, poisoners, pedophiles, gangers, down to those just unlucky enough to be homeless or unable to bribe officials to not be frozen by a powerful enemy. Time spent travelling any diseases would be cured, any imperfection fixed such as an amputated limb. All fixed by the ship. Each ship held nearly 10,000 biocylinders, enough to ensure a wide varied genetic pool and survival.

This ship on its journey encountered much over centuries including meteor swarms that punctured its hull and killed nearly 1000 prisoners. Eventually repaired it scavenged a safety sub routine. As a result many programs became scrambled, garbled, or rewritten incorrectly. The result was it began to tamper with prisoners at random. Some given augmentations some subjected to mental implants making them more aggressive or more docile. A few even died. The ship was to land on a planet that was known to be fairly warm, the entire group would be addressed, then with certain devices to build a village they could rebuild human civilization. Unfortunately that did not occur. the damage it received over its travel it was unable to land safely. The biocylinders in packs of 8 (4 men, 4 women) were shot out in groups of 2-3 then after another distance it did it again, spiraling about the planet it was on as its last major fuel was being spent. Each 8 pack had a pack with meager rations and such things as a large communal tent. The planet however was not warm and sunny, it was more like Earth in its last ice age to those that soon woke. Prior to being jettisoned from the ship each male was induced with several medical shots, this was to ensure their first priority would be to want to mate. a precaution to hopefully jumpstart the human race again, to make women pregnant. Women were given shots to ensure that their bodies would be healthy for child birth, to stimulate their bodies.

This octet that landed, their cylinders fell apart and soon they began reviving. unfortunately 3 were damaged and their occupants dead from impact trauma (2 women and a male were dead). At the base of each cylinder were the clothes they were wearing when they were processed, now centuries out of style, but for the moment they all wore simple blue grey tunics and elastic loose pants and simple slip on shoes. Against the side of a small hill their packages landed, heavily forested, though the trees looked as if covered in a blue glass covering, A bit lower a ground ice fog covered much. The ground was patchy in both snow, ice, and mud...and now debris.
 
Mariahs biocylinder was slightly cracked, the planets cold air seeped in waking her slightly. She remembered her last thought before being sedated for the 'tubes'. She and her brother had been arrested for drug running...well him for running, her for making it. Thier parents died when she was still very young. To support them both her brother hooked up with a local cartel. Not able to run like her brother thier boss put her in care of one of his cooks. At his side she learned the craft, and learned well. Still With a well placed bribe a rival drug cartel attacked and only a few survived, she was one and put in a biocylinder. By now she had stood on her own feet, she never did her own drugs, she bore no tattooes or marks beyond a few small burn marks.
Her sand brown eyes fluttered open, in the blue hues they nearly looked like liguid gold. She was hurting a bit, her body wrenched by the impact. Still she was moving, that was a good sign. Her slender but strong hands she placed on the front of the tube and began shoving at it. After 3-4 tries it opened enough she could slither out.
Halfway out she felt a huge hand grab her by her long, thick raven hair. A sharp tug nearly pulled it from her skull, but left her a bit unbalanced. in a few moments on her knees she stood before a tall man with greasy looking dreadlocks. Her own hands went to try and pry her hair loose as she gave a cry of pain. The man had his pants down just past his thighs, his johnson hanging out. He was hard and ready, that was obvious. "Get to suckin', bitch" she heard in a fairly gutteral voice. She felt his other hand begining to grope at her shirt to rip it off of her.
Mariah growled as she pulled something up from the ground, a piece of debris. Coming up to one knee she swung it, catching him at the knee. It tripped him up. Falling over to one side yowling in pain, he let go of her hair. "Go fuck yourself, Asshole" she said bringing the twisted restraint bar up again to hit him again if she had too. Stepping back she looked about. Off a bit there was a blonde woman, with a man on top of her going at it like ferrets on grind*. As she breathed heavy she could feel her own body felt different, she just was not sure how. Even more curious was where were they all, it sure as hell did not look like the Alamosa biocylinder detention center in New Mexico.
In the slight chilling wind Mariah brought the piece of metal up like a bat. Her would be rapist getting up. Made a running tackle at her. Mariah growled and hit him 2 to 3 more times as he landed on top of her. She kicked him in his jimmies and then hit him in the throat making him slide off of her. Staggering away she managed to get to her feet, the tackle nearly took her breath away, it did make her rib hurt. "You want to die today Asshole....I'll arrange it" it only slightly occurred to her what was 'wrong' with her body, somehow her breasts were larger than when she went into the tubes. Not ginormous, but compared to the b cup she was, she now at least had double d's. Her frame seemed to be perfect to carry them as well. Long and lean of limb and torso. Her long hair now disheveled gave her an appearance of a wild she-cat.
Mariah growled at the man even as she backed away from him "Fucking rapist" she spat at the man. It was odd though, something was going on. All of a sudden they're free...No one who went into the tubes ever came out. How much time passed? she didn't know. Her body was messed with...probably some perverted med-tech getting his jollies. Now she was friggin' freezing to death now, the cold making her nipples more prevalent through the cheap ass material. She could see her own breath. She glances at the others going at it. At least for the woman she ...actually didn't seem to mind getting humped by some jerk with bad hygiene. There was a spark in the back of her mind telling her not to fight, but this guy just really was not her type...this guy she thought would not be any ones type...maybe that's why he's a rapist. She kicked the side of his head ...hard. She didn't see anyone else off the bat. She looked about, as far as she knew they dropped them all in the Himalayas, then she noticed something odd, very odd indeed. She didn't see her would be rapist throw a piece of metal at her....clocking her upside the head.

*Grind: last known chemical designer drug of choice by users
 
Ryder opened his eyes he felt like he'd been in a car accident. With a groan he sat up ripping some type of straps from his boday designed to keep him close to his chair and to prevent him from bouncing around too much on impact. The first thing he felt was cold, which didn't bother him, his time in Russia galivanting around the countryside of Siberia with the Russian mob had gotten him well used to temperatures far below the norm for a ty pica human being. He examined his surrounding his memory slowly filling back in to bring himself up to speed about just how he'd gotten there. The prison, the cylinder it all made sense, except for the fact he was supposed to be in a desert prison and through some of the bent metal casing he saw snow, that didn't make sense.

He tried to push the door open but it had bent in on itself leaving him somewhat trapped. He positioned his body for the best angle which was difficult, he was fairly tall almost halfway through six feet. He braced himself and with both legs kicked the door with all his might. It was heavy, but the force from the blow threw the door from its hinges and several feet away from the small craft. He slowly crawled through the reopened doorway examining his surrounding, it looked as if he'd been dropped from the sky, which wasn't quite adding up to him. He lifted his body up and out of the tube rising up to his full height to get a better view of his surroundings. Not far away he could see more of the tubes just like the one he'd just risen from. He was hesitant to speculate on just what was happening considering he had nothing to go off of.

Things just kept getting stranger asthe cobwebs slowly cleared from his brain. He jumped down from atop the craft and took a few steps away to take a look at it. He found the clothes he'd been wearing when the police had caught up to him, thinking back it was a wonder he made it out of that situation with his life. He was an international mafia assassin, and government law enforcement across the world had spent a lot of time and money tracking him and his kind down. They were instructed to shoot in sight as he'd a long list of bodies to his name, CIA, KGb, MI6, he was always in the wrong place at the right time, tearing a path through Europe. It was only a matter of time once they discovered his identity. He was finally captured in the most unlikely of places, Warsaw , Poland. The officers followed their orders to a t, they shot on sight, fifteen bullet wounds, three dead swat team members and one in a permanent coma and they took him into custody. He faced criminal charges and in a sign of international trust was sent back to America to face life imprisonment.

He tried to put the fitted suit on but it was too small, he'd grown. He was too tall, his muscles were too large. The fabric in the shoulders actually tore as he tried to make it fit. He threw the shredded clothes to the ground, putting the loose fitting cheap fabric back on. He inspected his body, he'd always been extremely fit, but this was different, he was normally the type to avoid gaining muscle as it slowed him down and decreased his flexibility, but right now his body seemed torn to shreds. Veins showing all over, biceps bulging, he didn't even normally lift weights, he followed an extremely structured body weight and cardio regimen. He was perplexed by this, but didn't dwell on it long,. Something popped in his ears and he was suddenly hearing everything around him. He could hear moaning in the background, and he quickly turned to follow the sound. The sounds of a woman hit him hard, a bulge starting to form in his pants, he'd never been this quick to get excited, maybe it had been a while. He started to head towards the sound, but something else caught his attention, metallic pings and yelling, sounds of a struggle.

He picked up his pace heading towards this new development. As he jogged toward the fight he rounded a snow covered rocky outcrop and he got to see the tail end of a fight between a man and a woman. It seemed like the woman was defending herself fairly well, but he saw the woman take her eyes off the prize for Judy one moment and go down for the count. The man who'd defeated her slowly approached still looking as if he caught the worst of the engagement. Ryder moved in quickly almost instinctually as he sought to defend the fallen woman. Right before the man laid anot her hand on her he caught a shin right to the side of his face. It sent him sprawling across the ground, the perfectly executed muay thai style kick landed with the force of a baseball bat, Ryder was legitimately surprised when the man stumbled back to his feet. He'd been rocked and had no feet under him, but he tried to tackle Ryder, which turned out to be one of the worst ideas. Ryder's stance deepened and as the man lowered Ryders hands shot to the back of his head and he delivered a massive knee right in to the man's jaw., the powerful blow was accompanied by a sick cracking sound, followed by the heavy thud of the man collapsing to the ground.

Ryder inspected the man for a moment, not even breathing heavy from the minor altercation. When he was satisfied the man wouldn't get back up he turned his attention to the woman still on the ground. He approached her slowly and knelt by her side. As he looked at her, he brushed the chin length brown hair from the eyes that unbeknownst to him had changed from blue to violet. He felt a massive urge in his body as he looked her over, he wanted to take her right then and there, consent or no. He took a deep breath to keep control of himself, and barely managed to hang on. He touched her shoulder and the urge shot through him again. He was sporting a massive erection at this point, but he was hanging on to his self control. He shook her and in a strong voice he spoke " hey woman, wake the hell up."
 
Mariah had not expected to be stunned, but then who really does. She began to stir and shake her head a bit when she felt a large pair of warm hands on her. She remembered being jumped on by a half naked man, she thought it might be him as she heard a deep, sepulchral voice. Her eyes flew open, almost in panic. She moved quickly to get away, an angry snarl on her lips. She was reaching quickly for her weapon. Her prison clothing once fit her, but at the moment it barely concealed her form. The way she moved it showed her midriff, pulled up by her now larger breasts. In her time going in prisoners were not allowed the privilege of being issued underwear or a bra. From how she had fallen on the ground the thin shirt had ridden up even a bit more. the full, soft skin of the underside of her breasts were showing. It was also obvious by her movements they were not fake. The greasy dreadlocked man now out on the ground had succeeded in tearing her shirt slightly and her thin trousers had been slid down exposing part of her hip. It was obvious the woman was young (perhaps about 20), strong, and very fit. Her light mocha skin and gold eyes that could be seen beneath her long sable dark mane of hair suggested she was of Latino or Latino descent. Even snarling it was obvious she had perfect white teeth behind her full lips. This close one could smell her scent. An old perfume? Shampoo? from who knows how long ago. Perhaps it was another alteration done to them.
Her hand managed to find her weapon as she threatened "GET AWAY FROM ME!" she started to shake a bit as she grabbed it. From fear or the cold it was unknown. It had not registered to her that this was another person, another male. "Go screw the blond bimbo, Asshole"

not far away the Blond and her partner were going hot and heavy. The Blond for her part looked to be a bit older, perhaps in her 30's. She seemed compliant and docile.
 
His eyes followed her curves, seeing her exposed hip feeling the pulse of his desire surge through him again. His pupils surrounded by the light purple irises followed the shirt as it rose up to expose her dark skin. It was threatening to take him over at this point, which was exceptionally strange. Even during the long trial he'd had he never once got an urge this strong, two years through court rooms and he was able to maintain himself in a way that was honorable, never becoming desperate never succumbing to the lust in the back of his head, he was a man of self-control. Now every glimpse of her smooth flesh was bringing him closer to the edge of madness, of taking her right here and now even when they were surrounded by possible enemies.

Ryder was quick, when she grabbed the weapon he took it as a threat acting instinctually to nullify the perceived danger, even if when all his wits were about him she would never be perceived as a threat. He was on her in a second, his hand pinning the wrist that held the weapon to the ground. He moved in on her planting her firmly on her back his free hand pinning down her shoulder. The momentary surge of adrenaline helping him to overcome the dominating feeling of lust that was attempting to drive him mad and control his actions. His knee came up to pin her hip his weight crushing into her, he was easily over two hundred pounds with his height and the added muscle, with very little body fat, the feeling was like having a rock on top of you.

He stared down into her eyes with a scary expression on his face. He felt insulted that she would raise a hand to him so soon after he had rescued her from a very precarious position. " I just saved your ass and this is how you're going to treat me?" He paused " now your ass is mine. I did my good deed for the day, now you're going to do every deed I tell you to do" he was intense his voice almost raspy as the slight bit of anger raked across his vocal chords.
 
Mariahs golden eyes stared right back at him, an anger behind them easily noted. Strands of her long dark hair fell across her face as she was shoved and pinned to the mud and snow. One hand pinned quickly then her shoulder shoving her even further down, she balled her hand into a fist. She gave an angry growl at him until he all but straddled her waist, the sudden impact of his knee making her exhale quickly. It was an odd sensation she felt as he pinned her. She could feel his strength easily enough, she could smell him too. Unlike the other, he smelled ...good. Like a man, not like an old New Orleans fish waste plant. His deep voice made her body shiver slightly beneath him. Still she was not one to let just any man take her.
Three of her four limbs pinned would make it a struggle, but she was going to get free. She brought her one leg up, bent at the knee. She was going to try and throw him to the side, that was obvious. From her actions she was a scrapper, but not a trained fighter. As she moved her entire body struggled beneath him, jiggling around. Well fit she was not overly muscular. Her flesh was soft and her hips had that certain flare.
"Get off of me" she snarled at him. Her voice most definitely feminine. Her brought up knee brushed against his inner thigh. There she could feel, along with seeing the distortion there. Had she thought of it she might have gone to whack the family jewels to get a way. "I'm not yours!" she said, her tone practically daring him through her full flushed lips.
 
He was still a little confused and off guard because of his body's reaction to her. There was a massive bulge in his pants, he was nearly at full mast and he couldn't figure out why. Was it her scent, was she just that damn good looking, maybe she was just his type. He thought for a moment it could be the fire in her eyes and in her voice. He dared a look back at his fallen foe from earlier, to make sure he was still down and that he wouldn't be blindsided by a potentially dangerous, person while he was offguard. He knew in his current state things were going to go toward a very defenseless situation and that he would have to keep an eye on the deadlocked fellow.

As she struggled he remained firm but when her knee got a little to close for comfort he knew he'd have to readjust. He angled his body to pin both of her legs down sliding so that his knees would rest on the middle of her thighs. "You're going to make me have to teach you a lesson aren't you?" He caught her smell again and closed his eyes just taking in the moment, the feeling of lust that he knew he was going to succumb too was rising as he took in that scent of hers. He opened his eyes to look at the exposed bits of her skin again and he licked his lips in anticipation, his self control was fading.
 
She still struggled and growled. Obviously the woman was a hellcat. She was breathing heavily as she sought to fight the man off. "GET OFFA ME DAMMIT!" She stated emphatically. She was pretty strong too, though not enough to throw him off of her. Mariah was breathing heavily trying to defend herself, as such her breathing was becoming a bit labored. With this man so close she could begin to smell his male huskiness, there was a pleasing quality to it. Not that this would change her mind about him. Struggling she managed to free the hand she had that was going for the pipe. She took a swipe at him. Not specifically trained as a fighter her instinct was to hit him open handed. She aimed for his face but hit his chest instead. The sting of her hand missed, but her nails caught him.....barely. 4 long welts could be felt through his prison uniform top. Mariah could feel the mans hardened body. Her hips bucked slightly, making her body quiver even more making the back of her shirt ride up.

Over to the side the other man and blonde were still in their own copulation, going at it heavily. Murmurations and moaning from the other woman filled the air.
 
Ryder took the scratch with barely a change in expression. He'd had much words in the past it was almost like foreplay to him. He felt her hips buck and knew despite her resistance she wanted it as much as he did. He slid further between her legs grinding his covered bulge against her crotch as he did so making him shiver with anticipation for what was to come. He grabbed her arm pinning it to her side, grinding himself a little more ferociously into her,it was obvious he was very well endowed. " You've bought yous elf a ticket to a first class ride" he said as he controlled the woman beneath him, not necessarily stopping to think that she wouldn't get the name based pun.
 
There was a tinge of fear creeping in her, fear she was unaccustomed to feeling. Feeling fear was for the weak was how she was brought up in the cartel. Her mind reeled trying to sort out what she was feeling. What ever the medicos did it fucked with her mind as well. Still she struggled to be free. She balled her hand that was free to hit him on a return arc when he caught it. She winced a bit in pain as he twisted it slightly to make her body do what he wanted. She snarled at being pinned so. It was odd to her how easily he pinned her arm slightly under her, making her back arch in the cold snow and mud. Her strugglings played against her as it made the thin prison material ride up even further on her. The darker pinkish cocoa of her areolas now showing against the golden mocha of her skin. One nipple even poked free, standing erect and proud, dancing enticingly as she struggled.
 
Ryder saw her nipple poke out from under her shirt and with a smile succumbed to the lust that been building up. He let go of her untwisted hand and in what was a very quick motion he grabbed a hold of her pants and tore them away from her body. The thin cheap material tearing like paper when his strength was applied to, the shreds and ragged remains of the poor excuse for clothing coming to rest loosely still attached around her knees. In an equally quick motion he pulled out what had been contained by his pants. He was massive, at least in the early double digits in length and the girth was a fair deal abovery average as well. Ryder noticed that he was quite a bit bigger than he remembered, the difference probably happening during the time he was in the tube.
 
The man was swift for his size. His movements seemed like lightningly fast to Mariah. Still her one hand now free she tried to push the man off of her. Her eyes went large as he tore her clothing, even larger as she saw his Johnson. She had seen a few of the men at the cartel as they bathed or were preparing to lay with some whore they rented for a time. None were built like this guy. She took a deep breath of surprise. She tried locking her knees together, but his own legs were in her way. Still struggling she managed to get her twisted arm free as well. Both her hands were on the prison shirt he wore, trying to push him off. She gave a low growled scream. She could suddenly feel the heat of his cock against the skin of her inner thigh. It set off what felt like living lightning in her body. It's touch triggered both awe and shock in her mind as she felt the heaviness of his ball sac and their swollen fullness. Her exposed skin showed she bore no tattoos or major scars, just her flawless coffee toned skin. Her feminine mound shaved mostly, enough for her to wear a bikini or a skirt that would barely cover her lithe haunches and pillowy buttocks.
 
As she was preoccupied with trying to push him off of her he merely shifted his weight into her collapsing her arms to hear body. He moved his hand downward to guide himself, he was running on pure lust at this point. He wanted to be inside her and he wanted to get off more so than he ever had before. He ran his large tip over the lips of her exposed sex collecting some of the moisture that had gathered there before he found the entrance. Once he lined himself up he thrust inside burying himself in her. He wasn't gentle as he forced his massive member into her moist depths, slamming himself into her asfar as he could go in one try. All he could feel was bliss as he began to feel the warm velvety grips of her insides as he stretched her more than she'd ever been stretched.
 
"OOophff" was all she could argue as the man fell upon her. Her arms fell against her in between herself and his broad chest. She still snarled her indignation and anger at him. She still squirmed to get free, but hampered by torn clothing and the warrior atop her it was not going to happen. Her breathing was hard and labored, making her chest rise and fall. Though she felt the heat from his body, she was unaware of the heat coming off her own. She growled at him as she felt his large hand beginning to move along her crotch, another moment she felt more flesh. Unable to see past her arms and his chest she could not see it exactly, common intelligence told her what it was. She felt him begin to move over her feminine mound, her heart did a double thump. "Don't..." was as far as she managed to angrily get out before she felt him move inside her. The natural flow of the act forcing her legs apart. Her torso tightened as he force himself into her hard. She felt as if her skin would split wide as his thick cock filled her. She was moist and tight. She winced from pain as he continued pressing into her. She felt its steely hardness, warm and each vein rubbing nearly every nerve she had. Her virginity being taken roughly, she gave a cry of the pleasing pain. Still this large man was going further, making her pay for telling him no. Still there was a part of her mind telling her this felt good, she was just not sure she should listen to that part yet. Still moving in quick and rough she could feel the heat coming from his balls as they swayed along her inner thighs, occasional hair there tickling her skin. She grimaced still as he filled her with the full length of his thick meat, so erect he was slightly curved. He did not stop until it tapped her cervix. Having him so much in her she could feel his heartbeat as it flowed through his veins. The whole thing was taking her breath away, making her take staggered shallow breaths. Her gold colored eyes staring into his, she was not even sure this was real. She could feel her own body as if it was the first time. She didn't want him to move for fear he would tear her up, that scared her even more.
Her lips became flushed with heat as he filled her. She tried to gather her breath, though all she could do was silently look at him. Staring him in the eyes.
 
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