Dominion: Chapter 6 – Engineering A Horror

Engineering A Horror

The whole riverside was cordoned off, with saws and torches hissing and whining in the cold. Every construction worker in the county had been hired for this project, many of which required either bribes, threats, or extortion to accept the job. They were paid in gold, conjured into existence with Dominion’s powers. They worked day and night, no matter how much it snowed or how sharp the northern winds were. The warehouses were being renovated under the guise that they would be turned into slaughterhouses and processing centers, while new buildings sprung up like weeds. Others were told that it would be a prison; two lies that were unnervingly close to the truth. The idea of new jobs coming in would entice anyone, and it explained away all of the holding cells and machinery being installed.

New warehouses were also being built for storage, holding truckloads of food being brought in, enough to feed several armies. All this work was giving the economy a rush, and Christmas passed with every company in the city boasting big profits. But while the public was enjoying blissful ignorance, there were many who knew that things were about to take a dark turn, and of those who were informed, their suffering had already begun.

At the moment, it was Mary who was suffering the most. She was hanging from the ceiling of the guest room by a system of ropes tied around her body like a sex swing. She was naked, she and her fellow slaves forbidden from wearing clothes. Along with friction burns from the rope, she also had frostbite from the bitter January breeze flowing through her broken window. The air was moist, almost steamy. It came from her evaporating blood. Once more, Dominion cut her flesh, making her cry out in agony. He was using a shard of glass, the same shard she had used to try and kill herself after breaking the window.

This was punishment for trying to escape him through death. What she didn’t know was that suicide wouldn’t save her. Her face, the face her husband had fallen in love with, had been branded. S003. It was an identification number, burned into her cheek and labeling her as Dominion’s property. It meant she was his third slave. Cho and Hijiri had also been branded, but these brands weren’t just for labeling, they were also seals. They acted as anchors on their souls, binding them to their bodies. Should they die, their souls would remain trapped in their corpses, unable to pass on, like being in a coma. At which point, Dominion could harvest them whenever they wished.

But they didn’t know that.

Cho knew what awaited her should Dominion kill her, but she thought it was only the wraiths attached to her that could prevent her freedom. She thought the brand was just a brand. As for Mary, she, like Hijiri, didn’t even know that her soul could be taken. She still lived under the delusion that if she could kill herself, she could escape Dominion’s cruelty. That glimmer of hope, he tormented her with it. This was not her first attempt at suicide, and every time she tried, he would torture her as punishment, to show her that there was still so much agony he could, and would, inflict. But she couldn’t stop herself. The pain of the daily rapes alone made her want to end it all, but more than that, she wanted to be reunited with her children. If only she knew that they were trapped within Dominion, enslaved, just as she was.

He walked circles around her, slicing through her flesh every few seconds and relishing her screams. Blood was pooling underneath her, not enough to risk her life, but it was more than she had ever shed, even during childbirth. Her beautiful, mature body, it was like he found a new way to defile and poison it with each passing day.

“You still don’t understand, do you? Every aspect of your existence belongs to me. You die only when I said you can die.” Standing before her, he sliced her across the eyes. Blinded, she gave her loudest shriek, with blood mixing with her tears. “You deserve to be punished, you deserve to suffer, because that is the life I have decided for you. You live only to receive my cruelty. You live only to beg for death.”

“Please! Just kill me! I want to die!” she screamed.

Dominion took the shard and stabbed her in the right nipple like he was putting out a cigarette. The rough edges of the glass cut the spongey flesh at a nearly microscopic level. She sobbed as he pushed it in farther, digging into the duct. “I will, when I grow tired of you. When you are so twisted and broken that you are numb to both pain and ecstasy, I will end you and throw your corpse aside like garbage. But until such a time, you are my toy.

Now, I’d say that’s enough for one day. I’ll leave you to think about what you’ve done. Goodnight.”

He then departed, leaving the room with the window still broken and the blind and bleeding Mary hanging from the ceiling. He tasked a wraith with keeping an eye on her. If she suffered hypothermia and was on the verge of death, he’d return to save her, but until then, her cuts, blindness, and advancing frostbite could wait until tomorrow to be healed.

In her room, Cho sighed as the screams at last ended. It had been a month since Dominion brought that woman, Mary, to the mansion. She was confined to one of the guest rooms almost 24/7, and like Cho and Hijiri, only let out for meals. Mealtime was also the only time they were allowed to use the bathroom. Cho couldn’t really get a sense of her, mainly because they were forbidden from speaking to each other. The only time she saw her was when she had her face buried in her food bowl, and when they did make eye contact, she could see a glimmer of contempt, but she didn’t understand why.

And she wasn’t the only newcomer. There was also that man, that… thing. Dressed in an SS officer uniform and missing the entire front of his skull, he seemed to be Dominion’s second in command. Tasks were often delegated to him that Dominion couldn’t trust to Misato’s men, but never out in the open. Dominion hadn’t yet exposed himself to the world, so he was keeping his minion hidden as well. She saw him during meals, providing updates and reports as Dominion ate. He paid no attention to her or the other slaves. Mary would always watch him with a pained expression, but for Cho, that was just another mystery. She had a feeling that he used to be a regular person, because the mansion’s chef had been transformed into something similar.

Then there were Dominion’s new minions. Despite loosely resembling people, there was nothing human about them. They were abnormally tall, with pale, lanky bodies and arms hanging down to their knees. They didn’t have noses, instead exposing their sinuses, and cruel eyes. “Sentinels”, that’s what Dominion called them. He seemed able to create them, but she didn’t know how. She never heard them speak, unless asked a question by Dominion, and every word they spoke had a sort of “clucking” sound, as if the bones in their necks were being snapped. They handled the day to day chores, such as cleaning and laundry.

The peace was only temporary, as she heard Dominion’s approaching footsteps. She instinctively stepped back, retreating towards the corner. It was pointless, she knew there was nothing that could be done to escape him, but her fear of pain was telling her to run, that even a moment’s prolongment would be worth any amount of effort. She heard him stop outside her door, the handle jiggled as he grasped it, but then he let go and departed. Just as quickly as Cho released her held breath, she heard him open the door to Hijiri’s room.

“No! Please, no!” her sister screamed at his arrival.

Hijiri had been raped almost every day since his arrival, but still, she’d beg for mercy every time he came for her, and scream like he was ripping her virginity away all over again. Cho hid under the covers of her bed and blocked her ears, but the sounds always slipped in. Dominion would taunt her, smack her around and beat her for her lack of compliance, and then violate her for an hour or longer, with Hijiri’s screams never-ending.

To Cho, it was torture. Hearing her sister being raped, she was unable to see it but forced to imagine it. Dominion often told her what position to take, and Cho had a feeling he did that so she would know. This was just another way of making them suffer. Most often, he’d rape them together, leaving Cho and Hijiri drenched in their master’s cum and each other’s juices. They’d have to watch as he took turns with them, emptying himself into one and then grabbing the other and making her suck him off.

On days like this, he kept them separate to isolate them. He’d rape one, leaving the other to wallow in fear and anticipation. The guilt would eat away at them, the feeling of helplessness, each unable to help or protect the other. All they could do was listen to the other’s screams. This daily abuse was taking a heavy toll on Hijiri. Cho often heard her singing children’s songs or talking to their dead mother. During meals, she’d see her with clumps of hair missing and scars from cutting herself. It was like Dominion’s semen was acid, melting away her sanity with each passing day.

For Cho, the only thing keeping her sane was the fact that she was still alive. She knew that whatever Dominion did to her body would pale to what he could do to her soul. She just had to be grateful that she still had that.

More than an hour of screams and clapping flesh later, Dominion finally ended his assault, leaving Hijiri passed out. But he wasn’t done for the night. Cho automatically began to cry as the door to her bedroom opened. Dominion stood there, wearing nothing but an insidious grin. His member was still erect, and glistening with Hijiri’s blood and wetness. His strength and cruelty made bleeding common in his victims.

“Your little whore sister fainted on me. Now you have to finish the job. On your knees.” Trembling, she kneeled down and he approached her. She opened her mouth and received his cock, sucking it clean like a good slave. “Yeah, she tastes sweet, doesn’t she?”

She nodded, knowing that disagreeing would earn her a smack or worse, but it seemed that there was no right answer. Rather than simply letting her work, Dominion grabbed her hair and began skull-fucking her. There was no warning, she could only flail her limbs and release a gargled cry. The flow of her tears increased with the stimulation of her gag reflex, while every breath sounded like a croaking frog. A rope appeared in Dominion’s hand and he wrapped it around the back of her neck like a reverse garrote. He pulled it tight, forcing her face against his lap with his balls awash in the waterfall of spit pouring down her mouth.

After a minute, he pulled his cock out and smeared it across her pretty face, mixing her frothy spit with her tears. Then it was back into her throat for resumed abuse. The brutality continued for several minutes, with Cho retching several times on his cock without any mercy to show for it. Then he stopped and a shiver moved through him. She coughed and wheezed as he came, shooting his load directly into her throat and making her feel like she was drowning in his semen.

He pulled out of her again and she immediately vomited, sending his semen and the contents of her stomach pouring down her tits. His hand wet with the combined fluids, he smacked her face and then jammed his fingers in her mouth. “Look at yourself, revolting. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

She nodded with her eyes screwed shut to keep from being blinded by the filth. His cock replaced his fingers and he resumed raping her mouth. This continued, Dominion skull-fucking and blowing his load again and again, only for her to puke it up. He changed positions a couple of times, just looking for new ways to abuse her. On her knees, kneeling his fingers wrapped in her hair, that was the most common. Next, he threw her onto her bed, her head hanging off the edge. He’d start thrusting deep into her throat, letting his balls smack her filthy face, just like when he first raped her on her father’s desk.

The last was him sitting against the headboard of her bed, she leaning over and sucking him off. This was the worst position to her, since she had to replicate his cruelty and force herself to choke on his cock. Her head was lowered all the way down, her lips to the base and the head of his dick scraping against the back of her throat. He bucked his hips, his manhood punching her uvula. He came once again, an inhuman amount of semen pouring into her stomach, only to be regurgitated due to the punishment to her throat.

After an hour of abuse, he finally separated from her. She was painted head to toe in filth, her skin a sticky, slimy mess. She lay on the ground like roadkill, exhausted, her throat feeling like an old sock. Yet Dominion still was not satiated. The rope he had created, he wrapped it around her neck like a leash and dragged her up onto her feet towards the bathroom. He threw her into the shower and turned it on, and despite her aching throat, she screamed from the stingingly-cold water.

Dominion stepped in and grabbed her, roughly washing her face with his palm. “A filthy whore like you needs to be cleansed for her Master. Feel that water on your disgusting body? That’s the tears of your family, seeing how pathetic you’ve become. I’m doing your father a favor by keeping him out of here. He shouldn’t see what a revolting slut you’ve become.”

He then bent her over, her body shivering both from the cold and from her tearful whimpering. Smack! Dominion slapped her ass hard enough to leave a welt. She screamed but that just brought her another slap. He spanked her like a machine, each strike reddening her flesh and drawing fresh cries. He was pulling her hair, controlling her and keeping her bent over in that position. There was nothing she could do to resist him, nothing to lessen the pain.

“I’m sorry!” she shrieked the words, her face a mess despite being forced into the shower. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She apologized with each slap, pleading louder and louder every time. She didn’t know what she was apologizing for, she didn’t even know to who. She just hoped that it might ease Dominion’s wrath if she repented for whatever it was that she had done to enrage him.

“There is no point in apologizing. You’ve done nothing wrong. This isn’t punishment or karma, nothing in your life brought you to this moment. This is just me having fun at your expense. You are weak, so you are preyed upon. This is the harshness of the world, the cruelness of reality. It is a law of nature for you to suffer at my hand. Accept this horror, embrace despair, drown in your suffering.”

Then he got behind her and spread her ass cheeks. She tried to beg him not to, but still slick from the filth in the bedroom, he forced his cock into her anus. He had never sodomized her before, it was her first time ever even touched there, but as expected, it brought her screams to a whole new level of volume. She could feel it, the disgusting mixture of fluids inside her, it was like liquid proof of his abuse.

Dominion, having amassed quite a lot of experience in anal rape, began hammering her at his top speed, leaving her without any time to brace herself or get used to the feeling of insertion. She was so tight, she felt like he’d tear her open. With freezing water pouring on her back, Cho, still bent over, clung to the bathtub faucet, sobbing as the sound of wet flesh striking like a flint and steel overshadowed the hissing shower above her head. The rope from before, he tightened it around her throat, strangling her and leaving her to gasp for air as he raped her asshole.

No matter how loud she screamed or how hard she sobbed, the abuse continued. It didn’t stop until, at last, she felt warmth inside her, in the form of Dominion’s semen flooding her anal cavity. At last, he pulled out of her, and she fell to the shower floor, drained of all energy. He stood over her, a drop of sperm falling from his deflating manhood.

“Savor this pain, because the day will come when you dream of having living flesh.”

He then departed, leaving her curled up in the shower with the cold water pouring on her.

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It was a frigid January morning, with Dominion doing a walkthrough of one of the newly-built facilities. The warehouse was filled with holding cells resembling a prison. At his side was Blight, his posture perfect, and his “face” unreadable as always. He had been tasked with overseeing the construction of this place, and Dominion’s expression told him that he had done well.

“Exquisite, Blight. Your knowledge has certainly come in handy.”

“You humble me with your praise, oh Lord.”

“Are all the preparations complete?”

“Yes, we are overstocked on anything and everything we might need. Everything is ready for the arrivals.”

“Good. Gather the men, we move tonight.” Blight bowed and then departed to fulfill the order. Alone, Dominion held out his hand. “Now to build the new breed of soldier.”

A talon extended from his thumb, which he used to slit his index finger. Blood began to drip out at a slow trickle, but rather than simply pooling at his feet, it spread out while growing in mass. It stretched across the entire floor, and then from the blood, they rose. These weren’t mere spirits given corporeal form, these were biological entities. Each was imbued with one demon and ten wraiths, with their minds shaped around the order of total obedience to Dominion. He injected their minds with knowledge and heightened processing ability, making them far more versatile and useful than his deranged pets. He watched them rise, their hulking bodies taking shape, and couldn’t help but let slip a laugh in anticipation of the holocaust waiting to happen.

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It was midnight when the ground began to shake, a frigid evening with a steady snowfall. What shook the ground were the rhythmic footfalls of Dominion’s unholy troops as they marched down the streets of the capital. There were only a hundred of them, but their monstrous size and great weight gave them concussive synchronicity. Ten feet in height, their limbs were like tree trunks. Not only were they thick with muscle, but their flesh was covered in a dark bone armor. Their prints in the snow were massive, measured not in inches, but feet. Their faces had no lips, exposing their triangular teeth, while their eyes were blood-red without any discernable retina or iris. Their heads were decorated with bulbous horns, reminiscent of the headpieces of Egyptian pharaohs, with beard-like tusks growing from their chins. On their shoulders were folded wings, but it was a mystery if such massive creatures could actually fly.

“Hulks”, they were called, for obvious reasons. Like the sentinels, they were a branch of the new race that Dominion nicknamed “the spawn”.

Following them were Misato’s men, each of them nearly at the breaking point. They had been given their orders, they knew what was coming, and they wanted to resist with every fiber of their being, but even if it weren’t for the evil spirits hiding in their shadows, the behemoths before them had broken their spirits. It was as if the Devil had taken the very essence of violence and granted it physical form. Their enlarged knuckles, tipped with what almost looked like segments of a spinal column, could rip through flesh and pulverize bone with ease. Just as terrifying were the sentinels, the lanky black troops marching alongside. They only spoke when one of the men lagged behind or looked like he was wandering, a quick and harsh threat to return to formation. Like the hulks, they didn’t carry weapons, but that was because they didn’t need them.

This late at night, there was almost no one out on the streets, save for those who worked night shifts or were stumbling out of bars. The sound of footfalls would draw their attention, where they’d stare in utter disbelief, assuming their eyes were playing tricks on them or it was some kind of prank. Then the reality would dawn on them and instincts would take over.

On Main Street, a man was heading to his car after locking the doors to his diner, but upon seeing the marching beasts, his fatigued steps became a hurried sprint.