Sinestro Corps' Whore

By HarveyMcScorpius

Creation Date : 11/27/19 12:08 PM

Tags : [F4M] [Psycho Girl] [Aliens] [DC Comics] [Green Lantern] [Sinestro Corps] [Fdom] [Slave] [Rape] [Mentions of Snuff]

[Mutilation] [High Sadism] [Dark, Dark, Dark] [Sci-Fi] [Bloodplay] [Scaregasm?]

START

Ring, run a bio-scan on our captive. Analyze biometrics, blood cell types, brain chemistry, virility. Sinestro will want to know exactly who his Corps has brought to Ranx. I want to know everything.

RING : (dialogue will be rendered in all caps; use a monotone voice or some kind of "robot" voice filter) SCAN COMPLETE. BIOMETRICS : STABLE. BLOOD CELLS VARIATIONS : TWO. BRAIN CHEMISTRY : MODERATE QUALITY. VIRILITY : LOW. CONTACT SINESTRO CORPS MEMBERS APPROACHING EARTH?

Oh, no no no. Kill the channel. Sinestro may build his monument to fear on Earth, but we'll have ours here on Ranx. Fueled by the blood of our slaves--

Oh! You are awake . . . and loud! That will have to stop, slave.

(SFX : some kind of laser sound)

Mmm. Much better. Does the yellow light taste good? Gagging you and saving all those delicious screams for when we need them . . . I hope it does. But, don't worry. You'll have plenty of time to strain that sweaty little throat of yours, all you'd like. You are here to be harvested, of course. We are at war. Our battles with the Green Lantern Corps stretch across the stars. Yellow vs. Emerald. Fear vs. Will. Order vs Chaos. We, the Sinestro Corps, will win. But just winning will not be enough. We must drown them, suffocate them in our yellow light of terror, bring their worst nightmares to life. It must be a blitzkrieg. Only then will the universe know that their time is over.

And you will help us do it, you poor, doomed man.

You will be tortured. Your horror engorged into a terrible flower.

You will be taken. Raped. One of the Corps' pleasure dolls to do with as we please. Satisfying our darker urges when we take a break from spilling Lantern blood.

And then you will die, after you have fed our rings. Your corpse will decorate the space-ways forever.

(SFX : shattering glass)

My construct. You broke through it?! The gag . . . perhaps I've chosen someone able to overcome fear. A future Lantern? (mocking laughter)

Oh yes. Swear at me. Get yourself mad. Cover up your fear with bluster and anger. I have seen many Green Lanterns do this. I have tormented them with construct and blade. I have taken their cocks inside me against their will. And I have jettisoned their broken bodies out into the void of space.

And you are no Green Lantern.

You are nothing.

But please. Continue. Struggle. It will make me so much wetter when I break you.

Mmm, yes. I recognize that look. You're uncertain. The possibilities are all running through your mind. What terrible tortures must we have for you? What can those who wield the light of fear dream up? Even now your breathing is light, quick. I can tell looking at that chest. Parallax, that gorgeous chest . . . on my planet, you could have any female you wanted. I will hate to carve those muscles apart . . .

What can we dream up, you ask?

(whispering, preferably in one ear only) Anything. I see inside you . . . I dredge up everything in that black void you'd like to forget.

(SFX: some kind of laser sound. Ring is making a new construct; if unable to use, script will still work)

Oh, Parallax . . . the way my construct lights up your face, your fear. I feel hot already.

Oh, you don't like this one. It's only your father, and he hadn't had that much to drink that night, had he? You've never forgotten what he did to her . . . no, you haven't. (giggling)

(SFX: laser sound)

How about this one? You remember, don't you . . . it's been decades. But you still remember the accident, in the factory. That must be where all these scars came from. Mmm, your skin is so warm there. The thought of opening these up again . . . (moaning) All those blades, slicing and tearing you open as a child . . . the fear, the pain, the screaming . . .

That's it. Let those tears come. Let that beautiful agony come back. You can feel it, can't you?

RING : COM CHANNEL OPENED BY : DRILL SERGEANT ARKILLO. LOCATION : PLANET MOGO. PATCHI--

Close the channel. I'm busy. Let Arkillo get himself killed if he wants. I'll keep the flame of fear alive forever. Fed by the extinguishing of your soul. Now . . . mmm, where were we? Oh, of course. (chuckling)

(SFX: laser sound)

Ah. That one stung, didn't it? Constructs always cut better than metal or wood or nails. Look at your blood. I've killed so many different species . . . eaten my fair share . . . I've never quite seen it so red, so thin . . . so beautiful . . . (light moaning) Poor creature. Once or twice, a victim of mine bled different colors when different parts were cut. I wonder if . . . let me get on top of you. Thaaaaat's it. The blade is so close to your face. It's so bright you have to squint. Look at the tip. Look. At. It. Ultracondensed fright . . . (whispering) I could just cut your throat right now. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Rather than what you know I will do to you. Oh, but you'd prefer I kiss you first, like this . . . (kissing sounds)

(Some kind of cutting sound, as though through meat)

No, you bleed the same color everywhere. I thought it made sense to split five blades from my rings beam instead of one. Five savage little bleeding marks on you . . . your chest, your cheek, both your legs. They burn, don't they? Yes, now it's all flooding back . . . the terror of that day, the accident, when you were so small and weak, crying and covered in cuts just like these . . . (whispering) it makes me so. wet. Feed my ring, feed my hungry pussy, help me dominate this universe for the glory of Sinestro, just as I'll dominate you.

(more cutting sounds)

Scream. For. Me. Don't worry. I may have put out your eye, but I will leave your mouth untouched. Perfect. Loud and long and terrified . . . you nurture my ring well. And you make my clitoris puuuulse . . . mmm, one more loss for you. In this . . . session, I suppose.

(SFX: laser sound)

Your chest has never been cut. The skin is too smooth. No webbed scars . . . and you squirm so much as the serrated edge passes through your flesh. More. Scream for me. Give us what we need to finally bring order to all life. Down, down, down, the edge of my construct stained with your blood . . .

What? Did you really just ask me that? (hearty laughing)

"What's wrong with me"?

The rings of the Sinestro Corps are not what make us so inclined to-- (more cutting sounds) devastate the weak like I have done to you. And you are weak. All I just did was remove your nipple and already you've screamed yourself hoarse. So . . . pathetic. Naive. To waste such beautiful terror on only the prelude to your torture.

No. The rings come to us. If we drive men and women before us, make their hearts freeze in terror, there comes the golden light to christen us in the glory of Parallax. But my point is--

--I inflicted my blackest passions on others before they were ever illuminated in the yellow light. Before I knew the light of fear or willpower, before I received my ring . . . there was only darkness inside me. (whispering) And never before have I heeded pleas for mercy. No matter how hot they made my blood. No matter how wet they made me. You cannot charm me, bribe me, or worm your way into a heart I do not have.

You are doomed.

(SFX: laser sound)

Now look at me. Watch as my uniform melts from my body, watch with the eyes I haven't taken, yet. Still the possibilities run through your terrified mind. So clouded by pain. Your fear looks . . . diluted. Lessened by your stupor, by the anguish. Mmm. (laughing) Perhaps I will have to take less from you next time I need my pussy filled. You don't make me wet enough, but . . . (moment of penetration) my . . . oh, Parallax . . . my ring seems to have kept you hard enough. Mmmm! What? Did (moaning) did you think I had a third arm? (giggling and moaning intermixed) Stupid, doomed, thiiiick man . . .

(This is where the sex is supposed to begin, largely it will be moaning and riding/wet sounds mixed in with the dialogue; I'd recommend stretching out the runtime a small amount with improv)

. . . Or maybe . . . maybe you like what I'm doing to you. Ruining your body irreparably . . . taking things from you than even a Lantern ring can't give back . . . yes, right there. Perfection . . . you will--Parallax--you will scream for me. Now. Now or I'll hurt you again. Mmm, mmm, mmm, who am I kidding? As if I didn't have more planned . . .

(SFX : laser sound)

Mmmfffgghhh! Perfection . . . the way you arch your back as the vices clamp onto your fingers, pushing your beautiful undeserved cock deeper into me. Ah and there . . . there go your fingers. One crack, two crack, three crack . . . Parallax, my pussy is throbbing. Like a lightning bolt through both of us, pleasure in mine and agony in yours. Scream for me, scream for your mangled hand . . . yes, yes . . . there it is. YOUR FEAR. Grown and tended, b-beautiful . . . my ring.

Feed it. Feed it with your glorious terror . . . empower me!

(approaching orgasm)

RING : POWER LEVELS : 100%.

I-in blackest day . . .

RING : POWER LEVELS : 1100%.

In brightest . . . deeper, deeper in my aching pussy, slave . . . In brightest night . . .

RING : POWER LEVELS : 340000%.

Beware your fears, m-made into light . . . Let those who try to stop what's . . . what's right . . .

RING : POWER LEVFFFFFZZZZZZRZRZZRZZZZZRZZ--

B-Burn like my power-- SINESTRO'S MIGHT! ("orgasm")

Ahhhhh, yes. Yes. You'll do, slave. I feel as though Parallax himself lives within me. The purity of your fear. So savory. My ring has drunk deep from you. The better to slay my enemies and to bend lesser species to my will. And to think I have yet to blood it on a single being today.

(Licking)

Well, on a being with a ring to fight back.

On a being who had any prospects.

On a being who had (whispering) any hope of being saved.