Chapter 3 - Elizabeth

Author's Note:
Well, bit of a delay on this chapter just because I didn't feel like writing...for a month.  Anyways this chapter was developed from a request by Xelandis so credits to him.  He asked for it to be a bit...rougher...so I tried to oblige. :D

Anyways, the next chapter should be out soon, then a more ambitious one a bit after that.  I'm working on a request though that will probably take a bit more time.  Also I'd like to finish another chapter on Ashwynn before the great Markydaysaid illustrates another one of my stories.  Too much to do!

Oddly enough, I should mention for this chapter...SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!!

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“Booker!” Elizabeth cried out, panicked at the loss of her protector.  He had disappeared during the last fight with the Vox, separated from her by the rioting masses.  Fleeing for her life, she had ducked into a dark alley of Columbia, hoping to re-orient herself.
 
All around her the sounds of battle raged – Fitzroy’s revolutionaries burning through the streets while Fink and Comstock’s Founders tried to hold back the tide.  Lumbering automatons armed with Gatling guns patrolled the avenues nearby Fink Industries while snipers rested on roofs all around.  She hoped that Booker was alright – she had begun to feel something of an attachment to him, even though their relationship could be measured in hours.  She took a moment to rest against a wall, not realizing the imminent danger that watched her.
 
“Hello, Elizabeth,” a feminine voice said in front of her.  The young woman gasped in surprise as a strangely armored figure suddenly stood before her, as if the person had teleported or materialized somehow.  She instinctively began backing away from the stranger, who was dressed in an some sort of exotic black armor.
 
“Who are you?” she stammered as she edged away from the newcomer.  “Do you work for my father?”
 
“Your father?” The voice that replied gave no hints as to the origin of the stranger, other than that the accent sounded American, as muffled as it was behind the mask.  “No, I do not work for your father.”
 
“Then the Vox?” Elizabeth’s instincts were raging at this point, her eyes darting for some means of escape.
 
The stranger laughed, though the gesture was very insincere.  “No, I do not work for Fitzroy, either.  Nor the one you know as Booker.”  She almost sounded bored.  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you who my employers are.”
 
“Try me,” replied Elizabeth defiantly.  She didn’t appreciate the know-it-all tone that the stranger adopted and she certainly didn’t like being toyed with.
 
The mask remained emotionless, the figure paused in thought.  “Very well,” came the reply.  “I work for an intergalactic consortium that requisitions young heroines like yourself for use as personal sex slaves for a race of alien overlords.”
 
“That’s very funny,” Elizabeth replied, taking the stranger’s reply as disingenuous.  “I’m not a child!”
 
“If you were, then I wouldn’t be here,” replied the hunter.  “But I believe we’ve come to the point in our conversation where you inevitably try to run, before I catch you.  Easily, by the way.”
 
“I somehow doubt that,” Elizabeth replied.  Then, with a swift focusing of her mind – though a process she still didn’t quite understand – she opened a rift.  Through the rift, in a sort of grayscale color, she could see the same alleyway where she currently stood, with a few slight differences.  She figured that she could pop into another dimension for a few minutes, then come back once her hopefully baffled predator had left.
 
She hurled herself through the rift, leaving the still motionless hunter behind.  With an electrical snap she heard the rift close behind her as she landed in the new reality.  Gaining her bearings, she could still hear the sounds of rebellion around her.  The alleyway, however, was otherwise vacant.  Or so she thought.
 
“Nice trick,” said a bored voice behind her.
 
Elizabeth didn’t even turn around.  Her eyes widened in shock as she realized the hunter was not only behind her, but had apparently followed her.  But there was no way she could have made it through the tear in time – which meant that somehow her predator also had the power to pass through dimensions.  The thought was as inexplicable as it was terrifying.
 
After a moment’s hesitation Elizabeth ripped open yet another tear.  Seeing the portal open into apparently an apartment building she stepped through, feeling the air rustle as it promptly closed behind her.  Unlike the previous dimensions, this one was even less peaceful.
 
She found herself on the second floor of one of the many townhouses in Liberty Square.  Likely the home of some affluent family prior to the uprising, the residence had clearly been ransacked by the marauding Vox.  The windows were smashed, paintings defaced and shelves torn from the walls.  The static of a nearby radio could barely be heard over the din of the raging mob outside.  Elizabeth looked through the shattered window to see a band of Vox soldiers, perhaps two dozen in number, pillaging the street before her, a little cul-de-sac in some corner of Columbia.  For a moment, she noted that a white mist seemed to hang against the ground amongst the men, yet did not appear to be smoke or steam.  However, a now familiar voice drew her attention.
 
“This is all your fault, you know,” noted a voice behind her.
 
A vague notion of fear, bundled with a disquieting dread, took hold of Elizabeth as she turned away from the window towards the voice.  Sure enough, her hunter was there, standing motionlessly as if she had been waiting for hours.
 
“What are you?” asked Elizabeth.  “Why are you doing this?”
 
The stranger looked around the room, surveying the Victorian architecture around her with distaste.  The levels of Erogen wafting through the air outside was reaching critical levels and the mob would be ready to provide a way to initiate the breaking of this free-spirited girl.  Plus, the Agent did not mind the entertainment. 
 
“That is a fair question,” came the equivocal reply.  “But I think they are ready for you outside, Elizabeth.”
 
“Ready for what?  What do you mean?” stammered the woman, as she tried to put on a brave face.  She straightened herself, doing her best to hide the fear that was gripping her.  She hoped earnestly that Booker would show up and somehow vanquish this mysterious foe.  She turned to look out the window, a few in the mob noticing her through the white mist that still hung on the street.  The look in their faces was very unnerving to Elizabeth – they seemed dulled, as if intoxicated, yet at the same time driven by some purpose.
 
“He’s not coming, you know,” the hunter noted.  “Booker, I mean.  He is very far away.  You are alone here, Elizabeth…as alone as you were on that tower.”
 
“You are…cruel,” replied Elizabeth turning back away from the window to face her tormentor.  “Very well.  It is clear that I cannot escape you.  If you are here to kill or capture me, then I suggest you do it and be done with this game!”
 
Ashelia, also known as Agent A529, laughed at the young woman’s gumption, as she slowly and menacingly advanced on Elizabeth.  “In time.  But the process of breaking someone…it takes more than just mere physical measures.  You must break one’s mind…shatter their spirit.  So I have just one thing to say to you, dear Elizabeth…”
 
The huntress drew herself in close to Elizabeth, coming near enough that the young Columbian caught a whiff of her perfumed scent.
 
“Booker is Comstock,” came the whispered voice.  Then, with a swift shove, Elizabeth found herself falling from the window.
 
As she fell through the air – startled as she was – she had a few moments to wonder at the stranger’s words.  Booker is Comstock?  What did that mean?  Her musings were cut short, however, as she fell into the waiting grasp of the Vox Populi mob that awaited below her.
 
Elizabeth screamed as she felt dozens of hands seize her.  She realized their intent quickly as she felt the Vox, with their calloused hands and hardened grip, exploring her young and supple body.  Her petite coat was torn quickly from her body.  She could feel men clumsily grope at her breasts, encased as they were behind the prison of her corset.  She squealed in protest as she felt someone grab at her ass, squeezing the soft flesh.  Then with an audible tear, her corset was thrown aside, as were the rest of her feeble undergarments.  She struggled to cover her nude and nubile form, but was gruffly pushed around by the gathering crowd.
 
Elizabeth unceremoniously fell to the ground as the crowd gathered around her.  She looked up in horror as the men assembled to thoroughly enjoy the Lamb of Columbia.  Many already had their hands in their pants, massaging themselves hungrily as they viewed the unsullied treasure in front of them.  Armored in red and black – many wearing gaunt iron masks – they were a terrifying visage to behold up close as Elizabeth was.  The masks were stripped off and tossed aside, with a loud clatter, revealing the pockmarked faces of the well-worn Vox, so much unlike young Elizabeth who had never left her secluded perch before that day.
 
“Well, look here boys!” exclaimed a particularly large muscular one as he unfastened his armored breastplate.  He was well over six feet tall, with a dark mop of hair, ashen skin and a dull gaze – as if he was transfixed by some Vigor or perhaps a large amount of liquor.  In fact, all the men surrounding her seemed to be trapped in some haze, as they dumbly fondled themselves without regard to their surroundings.  She wondered if it had anything to do with the faint mist hovering on the ground.  “If it isn’t Comstock’s perfect little bitch!”
 
“Ha, you’re right!” came a reply from a rather fat and bald Vox next to him.  “Fallen out of her ivory tower!”
 
“This is her fault!” cried out someone unseen in a throaty voice.  “Sitting up there, fed and pampered while we toiled and died down here!”  They were general shouts of agreement as Elizabeth watched with dread as the men continued to strip down.
 
“No, please!” she pleaded, “I didn’t know!  I was a prisoner up there –”
 
“A prisoner?!” the fat one roared in reply.  “A well-fed, well-dressed and well-cared one for that!  My family gets by on two potatoes and a turnip every night!”
 
Part of Elizabeth wanted to reply that it was clear that he ate much more than that, but any snide remark was silenced in her throat by the sight of dozens of erect penises promptly glaring her down.  “You can’t mean to…I mean…”
 
“Rape you?” the fat one said, a devilish tone in his voice.  “Girl, I’ve spent the last two hours killing men.  Men with families.  Forgive me if I don’t feel such moral outrage.”
 
Elizabeth was in disbelief as the circle began to close slightly around her.  To be raped by these men she felt…excitement?  She realized in horror that whatever was affecting these men was surely seeping into her own veins.  To her shame she felt a flutter in her chest at the prospect of losing her virginity to the angry Vox.  Fear was there, yes, but also pure expectation – another part of a world that she had never experienced.  Her cheeks flushed with indignity as she realized the depths of her own depravity, induced as they were.
 
The large muscle-bound man positioned himself before the kneeling Elizabeth, his large, thick and veiny eight inch cock outstretched proudly beneath him.  “Meet little Butch, girl.”
 
“And little Lester,” interjected the fat man, pumping his own seven inch cock in his hands.  All around her the men were openly stroked themselves – to her dread, she realized that they were warming themselves up for a turn at the Prophet’s daughter.
 
“No time to waste,” Butch said, grabbing Elizabeth by her shoulder and hoisting her up to her feet.  “Bend over.”
 
His words were spoken with such inexorable finality that she almost reflexively did so.  But in the end he had to push her down by the scruff of her neck, as she unwittingly presented her flawless and supple ass to him.  Her protests were stifled by the pure shock of the situation, as well as the fact that the Erogen that she was inhaling was quickly acting to suppress her will.   Briefly the old rebellious Elizabeth was back, as she tried to turn around to pummel her assailant with her fists.  But in reply the large man just seized her by her wrists from behind, wrenching them painfully.
 
“You bastard!” she cried out in pain as she reflexively complied, bending forward once more. 
 
“Now, now, young lady,” replied Butch.  “That’s no way for a proper lady to speak to a man.  Especially if that lady wants to survive the next ten minutes.”  He twisted slightly on her wrists to accentuate his point, as she gasped in discomfort.
 
She twisted her neck to see his erect member, hovering so closely to moistening pussy.  She could feel the heat emanating from it as she waited for trepidation for what she knew was about to happen.
 
Gripping her fists in his hands, the man grinned wickedly as the head of his cock pushed between her womanly folds.  “Don’t worry, lass,” Butch said quietly, “It’ll only hurt for a moment.”  Then with one swift movement he thrusted forward, impaling her on his length.
 
“NOOO!!” she cried out, her hands clutching her quivering breasts.  Elizabeth’s back arched with shock and pain as she felt the man’s hard rod spear pierce her hymen, taking her virginity with it.  Her vagina gripped him like a vice as he implanted himself fully within her.
 
“Fuck, this bitch is tight!” Butch said, gripping both hands behind her for leverage.  He didn’t give her a chance to adjust to the sudden intruder with her – pushing her down he started to pummel her from behind.  As Lester positioned himself in front of Elizabeth, his comrades crowded around the trio, many of them openly jacking themselves off at the sight of Lamb of Columbia being so violated.
 
Elizabeth could only grit her teeth as her pussy was stretched from behind.  Pain and, to her horror, a small amount of pleasure emanated from deep within as her body shuddered with each of Butch’s thrusts.  She tried to wrench herself free, but it was to no avail.  The man was freakishly strong even for a Vox and the little sparrow in his clutches was completely at his mercy.  With every thrust he broke harder and farther into Elizabeth’s wet pussy – the shock of his rising crescendo sending sensations from the deep within her all the way to the tips of her fingers.
 
Meanwhile Butch’s fat friend Lester moved to take his own pleasure from the poor girl.  “Open wide, little lady,” he said maliciously as he stood in front of Elizabeth.  With a gruff movement of his hand he forced her head downwards towards his hardened member, still slick from her clumsy blowjob.  “You know what to do, if you want to survive this.”
 
Elizabeth hesitated.  Even through the haze of pain and pleasure emanating from her aching pussy, the idea of taking his filthy phallus in her mouth was revolting.   But he was going to have none of her delay as he began prodding his hardened cock against her face.  She tried to turn away as he rubbed against the smooth skin of her face and her soft lips.  “A little help here, buddy?” the greasy Vox grunted to his colleague through gritted teeth.
 
“Will do,” replied Butch, grinning fiendishly as he hammered away on the young woman from behind.  Slowing momentarily he aimed carefully at the puckered ring of her ass that lay tantalizingly untouched.  He spat downwards, a long glob of saliva landing spot onto the crinkle of her other virginal orifice.  She only had a millisecond to register what was happening when she felt his large thumb press into her from behind.
 
She cried out, a mixture of shock, pain and something entirely else.  Her mouth was agape in surprise – a vulnerability that Lester was quick to take advantage of.  He brusquely shoved his hard cock in, as she choked and gagged at the sudden intrusion.  “You bite, you die,” Lester whispered in glee as he began to roughly fuck her throat.  The other man let go of her hands, allowing her the opportunity to weakly struggle against the fat man in front of her.  She pushed against his hips, trying to wrench herself away from his thrusts.  He laughed at her fruitless attempts to get away, as the crowd around them barked in amusement.  He held her down in place, one fat hand behind her head and another under her chin, as he facefucked her with pure hatred in his eyes.
 
*glurg gurk gurg gurgle* Elizabeth’s throat gurgled, squelching obscenely as a large cock ruthlessly used it as a cocksleeve.  Tears welled up in her eyes at the shame of it all, but she did her best to try to loosen her throat to accommodate him.  Saliva would leak from the corner of her mouth every time he drew back, only squirt and splatter as he drove back in.
 
“Fuck!” yelled out Butch as he jackhammered the young woman from behind, her ass cheeks red from the repetitive beat of flesh on flesh.  He marveled at the feeling her baby soft skin against his calloused hands, as he reached forward to cup and fondle one of her pert breasts.  “Oooh baby, you’re going to make me cum!”
 
Elizabeth wanted to turn and scream at the man, exhorting him to not come inside her.  But instead she felt Lester’s meaty hands force her down hard, the bulbous head of his cock wedging itself in her throat.  He let out a guttural moan as he came, hot sperm flowing down her throat and seeping into her gullet.  She choked and gagged furiously, her eyes bulging at the taste of his salty and bitter seed on her tongue.  He held her there, forcing her to  deepthroat him fully as spent his load in her.  Her vision darkened as she struggled to breathe through her nose, but she was mashed lewdly against his pelvis.  When he finally relented she could only gasp for air, before coughing and hacking up spit and cum.
 
She would have no respite.  With a roar Butch buried himself deeply, his thick cock slamming against her cervix.  She screamed in pain and pleasure, her back arching up.  He seized her throat from behind, pulling her up against him as he came.  “NO!!” came the anguished cry as she felt his sperm bathing and coating her womanhood, but she was quickly silenced by his tightening grip around her.  For a moment she thought he was going to strangle her right there – that she was going to die with a massive member inside her and a fist around her throat.  Yet he relented as he came down from his climax, letting go of her.  Unsupported, she crumpled to the ground unceremoniously.
 
She felt unfamiliar feeling inside her – a feeling of expectation and desire left unfulfilled.  She realized shamefully that she had been close to an orgasm of her own, only to have been robbed.  She could only lay there, panting for breath.  Meanwhile the crowd around her closed in, another man stepping forward for his turn.  She wearily looked up at him, a nameless and forgettable face in the mob of Vox. 
 
But the fight was out of her.  As she lay on her back, she felt him push her legs apart as he knelt between them.  She felt him pick up her hips off the ground – she didn’t even flinch when he pushed inside of her.  All that escaped her lips was a small groan as she felt the now familiar feeling of a man inside of her, though this one was not as gifted.  At the back of her mind she knew that whatever chemical had affected the men was now fully infecting her – whatever horror she had felt was suddenly numbed, leaving only the lust.
 
All too quickly the man came, grunting and groaning as he spilled his seed inside her.  Then another man took his place, while yet another knelt next to her head, offering his cock to her.  She licked and sucked dutifully, if not enthusiastically.  Minutes passed and she felt the man between her legs shoot his load across her belly, while the man at her head pulled out to spray her face with his seed.  She closed her eyes as she felt it splash against her cheeks, across her eyelids and into her hair. 
 
One by one the men used her, laughing and guffawing as they did so.  They would cheer each other on, sometimes jeering when a man came too quickly.  Elizabeth lost count of the number of times she was fucked, at times a man coming in for seconds.  Sometimes they would just jack their load onto her, laces of cum splaying across her nubile little body.  Yet still she felt unfulfilled.
 
And then when she thought they had all finished, she felt a familiar set of hands lift her up.  It was the strong muscular Vox, Butch.  “I think you got one more in you, eh Les?”
 
The fat Vox grinned as he laid down flat on the ground, his cock hard once more.  “I think I can manage it.  What you thinkin’?”
 
“A bit of fun,” came the reply, as he pushed Elizabeth towards the fat man.  “Do what you do best, girl, and you might survive this.”
 
Elizabeth only whimpered as she staggered downwards onto Lester, as smirked at her.  Gingerly, her hand found his twitching, rigid member as she began to lower herself onto him.  Guiding him between her folds, she gasped as she felt his hard pole pierce into her.  The men laughed, as it was clearly no gasp of pain.  Kneeling on the ground, she began to slowly rock back in and out of his hard cock, her hands on his soft chest.  One hand folded behind his head, he reached up to roughly tease and grope at one of her supple breasts.
 
The young lady had one purpose in mind.  She wanted her climax – she needed it badly.  She increased her speed, small moans escaping her lips as she tried to imagine some other man inside of her.  Someone strong, kind, caring, protective, someone like—
 
And then it hit her.  Booker is Comstock.  The dimensions.  Her father, his child.  It was as if she saw a tunnel through the infinite – a vision of the truth.  A convoluted, confusing and yet obvious reality.  Booker was—
 
Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt a rather large intruder poking the small of her back.  She turned her head as she saw Butch behind her, his shaft once again rock hard.  Her eyes widened as she realized what he wanted to do.  Finding her voice finally she shrieked, “NO!  You’re too big!”
 
“Yes I suppose I am,” he replied with a snarl, pushing her straight down onto Lester.  Then, squatting down, he directed his well-lubricated cock at his target: the tight crinkled asshole that he had been eyeballing earlier. 
 
“AHHHH!!!!” came the unholy cry of the young woman as she felt him force the head of his member into her ass.  It was a searing and pure pain that she felt, overwhelming any pleasure she was experiencing before.  He ploughed into her, stretching her asshole out as he slid in.  Tears flowed freely as she began to feel the two men piston into her from both sides, their large cocks only separated by a thin slice of tissue.
 
The sensations were overwhelming.  Her mouth was agape as she let out guttural sounds.  The men were saying something to her but she couldn’t hear.  She could only feel – feel the symphony of ecstasy and anguish.  Seconds, minutes, hours – she didn’t know how long they fucked her so ruthlessly.  She didn’t know much of anything by that point.
 
And then it came.  Hitting her like an iron ram, the shockwaves of her orgasm spilled out of her.  If it wasn’t for an unseen device that was preventing her from opening rifts, she would have likely phased the city block into a thousand thousand dimensions.  The sight of the young woman cumming her brains out for the first time in her life mesmerized the men, whose jeers and catcalls were silenced by young Elizabeth’s joyous climactic cry.  The feeling of every muscle in her loins clenching and squeezing was enough to send the two men over the edge, hot cum shooting upwards into the young woman.  Every thought of danger was momentarily gone from her mind as she hung onto that feeling of pleasure as long as she could.
 
But then, as the two men pulled out of her and Lester pushed her off to the side, reality came crashing back down.  With cum seeping out of every orifice and the drying seed of two dozen men caked on her body, Elizabeth did little to try to escape the danger before her.  She could even feel that somehow her ability to make rifts was being nullified.  She was helpless and she knew it.
 
“Alright boys, I’m spent,” noted Lester, standing over Elizabeth’s quivering form.  A pistol was back in his hand, finger resting against the trigger.  “Shall we kill her now or do y’all want to parade her down Main Street first?”
 
“A nice naked stroll down the street so her father can see her?” replied his cohort.  “I like the sound of that.”  His fellow Vox around him, slowly gathering their clothes up, murmured in agreement.  “Then we take her head, right in front of him!”
 
“That sounds a little needless,” a woman’s voice floated down from above them.  The group of Vox looked up, seeing for the first time the fully armored masked stranger that had been watching the scene play out.  Her strange appearance was baffling, but their instincts overrode any thought of conversation as they went for their weapons.  The hunter was somewhat surprised at the speed that the still fairly naked men found their weapons and trained them on her.  “Anyways, I’m afraid I can’t let you harm that poor girl…well harm her any more than you already have.”
 
“A white knight, eh?” replied the musclebound Vox.  He hefted his rifle against his shoulder, aiming down the sights at the interloper.
 
“Definitely not,” replied Agent A529, tossing back her cloak, revealing the twin mag pistols on her belt.  The air was filled with a thunderous cacophony bullet fire as the Vox opened up on her.  Yet their bullets fizzled into nothingness as they hit her personal shield.  Smiling behind her mask, she drew her mag pistols, setting them to a fatal setting.  Though she tended to stun her victims, she felt that the character and expendability of this lot called for a more aggressive stance.
 
Time for a bit of fun, she thought to herself.
 
With deadly precision, mag fire began slicing through the Vox, the hypersonic rounds violently hewing through flesh and bone.  She stitched through the now-fleeing rapists, effortlessly wiping them out in a handful of seconds.  Elizabeth still lay there in the fetal position, arms and hands covering her head amidst the symphony of gunfire and dying screams.  Out from under her arms she could see Butch and Lester cut down, feeling a small bit of triumph with their demise though it was at the hands of her true tormentor.
 
Booker is Comstock.  She now knew what it meant somehow.  And now she was lost – no one would be coming to save her now.  Not Booker, nor her father – who were the same person.  She whimpered as her every truth that she had known previously was suddenly torn asunder.
 
She wept bitterly, unmoving even as the hunter silently fastened a device to her arm (a teleporter, unbeknownst to her).  Even through the despair, one small thought still survived in the depths of her misery.
 
She was going to take her vengeance on this evil woman – one way or another.