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As the rainstorm raged outside, rattling the windows of their modest home, Jessica and her twin sister, Haley, watched over their mother as she lay in her bed delirious with fever and anguish. Concern weighed heavily on the youthful faces of the two 17-year olds while dread enshrouded their hearts. Still, they remained calm and attentive, holding her hand, dabbing her face with cool, damp towels even as she tossed on the sheets and wailed as if possessed. It was torturous seeing their mother in despair like this. With no medical reasons to explain it, they only had a small idea of why this may have been happening to her.

Two months ago, her husband, their father, had disappeared, just vanished. He and their mother had some volatile arguments leading up to the disappearance but they never fathomed he would just leave. Weeks of investigation by the family and the authorities turned up nothing, not a trace, no signs of foul play. While the detectives kept the file open as a cold case, unofficially they shrugged it off as an abandonment; he had left and didn’t want to be found.

Before the family could continue the search on their own, their mother was suddenly overcome by some strange force that clawed her down into a pit of distress. It shocked and terrified the sisters to see her fall so far so fast. A formerly strong-bodied and strong-willed woman, she at once became frail and bed-ridden. Her mind was just as fragile succumbing to indecipherable visions that kept her up all day and night.

A crash of thunder boomed through the house.

“It’s over! He’s coming! We’re all damned!” she cried out in her native Thai tongue, sweat pouring from her face, thrashing her head left and right.

“Mom, please, it’s alright. We’re here. Shh,” Haley, kneeling down beside the bed and rubbing her mother’s arm. She looked up at Jessica who was seated on the bed. “This is the worst she’s been, Jessica. She’s going to hurt herself, or worse. What do we do?”

Jessica chewed her lower lip and shook her head. Brushing her long raven hair around her ears, she leaned forward, placing a hand on her mother’s chest, trying to keep her still. “It’s okay, mom. It’s just a thunderstorm outside.”

“No! No! He’s coming! He’s coming! Oh God, my daughters!” she shrieked. “He’s coming!”

“Who’s coming?” Jessica prodded, her thin brows pinching.

Her mother suddenly grasped her arms with both hands and gazed up at her with dark, fearful eyes. “Oh… oh, no, my daughters,” she wept, “H-he’s coming… for you. Oh, God.”

Jessica and Haley looked at each other, puzzled.

Frantically regarding them each, their mother continued in earnest with gasping, gravelly breaths, “He’ll come for you, for everything you have, with such cruel purpose! Defeat will mean your bodies and spirit! Oh, God! Oh, God!!”

As she resumed her wailing and thrashing, it took a moment for Jessica and Haley to absorb the chill her words had instilled in their hearts. What did she mean their bodies and spirit would be taken? Jessica shook her head again. She didn’t want to think about something like that.

“Mom! Please, stop!” Haley called to her again, pressing a towel onto her forehead. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Mom, listen,” Jessica said as calmly as she could, “No one is going to hurt us, alright? We are your daughters. You are the Black Swan, a master of the Ch’i. You have saved hundreds of lives as a defender of the people. You taught us everything we need to know to protect ourselves and to protect you. We won’t fail you. Nothing will harm us.”

With a determined look in her dark brown eyes, she nodded at her sister. Haley hesitated but nodded back. The thunder continued to rumble ominously as they continued to maintain their vigil by their mother’s side for the entire night.

Despite their resolve, their mother passed away in bed a week later.



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Tonight...

Jessica and Haley crouched in the shadows amongst the dense, high grass and weeds that had overgrown the abandoned, junk-filled parking lot. From their hidden vantage point, they used binoculars to scan through the barbed-wire fence towards one of the dilapidated warehouses by the eastern industrial docks of Veritas City.

This condemned area was designated for redevelopment with high rise luxury condos eventually taking over this prime territory by the waterfront. Till then, it was a perfect spot for covert activities such as pop-up raves, drug exchanges… human trafficking. The sisters were counting on the latter happening tonight.

Right now, all was quiet, just a few thugs half-heartedly patrolling the area. Jessica and Haley hoped for a bigger catch.

“So… once they get here, what do you think? Fifteen... twenty minutes?” Haley asked.

Jessica took the binoculars from her to have another look. “We take out the bad guys and apprehend the Rogov boys, tying them up in a big red bow. Ensure the safety of the women, then wait for the cops to arrive, secure the area and haul everyone away,” she said, reviewing the plan. “It’s the last part that will probably be keeping us here for a while.”

Haley wrinkled her nose in annoyance. “Yeah. You’re probably right.” She sighed, “That sucks.”

They could have just tipped off the police to make the bust, but then the authorities might just screw it up. Also, they believed at least three of the women who were being held captive were from their university, so that raised the personal stakes for them. Finally, they wanted to take down the Rogov Brothers themselves.

Jessica peered at her sister with a smirk. “What are you in a hurry for? You’re just going to spend the evening texting Simon.”

“Look, we just started dating two weeks ago. We’re in the nurturing stages, alright?” Haley grumbled, nudging her sister. “Get off my back.”

“I’ve just been saying to think things through carefully with him,” Jessica said, shrugging.

“Can’t you let me enjoy this ‘new car smell’ period? Then I’ll start to think about how I’m supposed to juggle a boyfriend and doing stuff like this.”

“And university. Finals in a month, you know,” Jessica said, poking her sister.

“Then graduation,” Haley added, “if we’re lucky.”

Jessica grinned as she continued to monitor the warehouse. Really, she was happy that one of them was attempting a proper social life. They had committed themselves to their mother’s vigilante cause at such young ages, not long after she passed. With their studies and part-time jobs, there was hardly any time for friends let alone significant relationships or even messing around with guys. It was too easy to drown in that sort of life.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be focused and prepared,” Haley sighed, and added more assuredly with a smile and nod, “for everything.”

They were born only twenty-four minutes apart, Jessica before her sister, but Haley somehow felt the age disparity was always much larger, or maybe she wanted it that way. It made her feel secure to have an ‘older’ sister. Jessica always looked after her.

Five minutes later, four SUVs and a cargo van with their lights dimmed pulled up to the warehouse.

“Here we go,” Jessica said, leaning forward, trying to have a good look at the darkened warehouse area.

Haley donned her black face scarf, covering her nose and mouth. “Are the brothers there?”

“Wait a sec.” Jessica watched thugs open the back of the van. She counted ten women pulled out from the cargo area and then herded towards an entrance to the warehouse. Moving her sight along the line of SUVs, she narrowed her sleek eyes as the door to the middle one opened. She breathed, “Yep. The Rogov’s are here. Looks like our informant was right.”

Haley took the binoculars back and zeroed in on the two Rogov brothers as they came around to the front of their SUV, both lighting cigarettes. “I know it bothers you whenever I say this,” she said, still peering through the sight, “but these guys are stupid hot.”

“Yes, it bothers me,” Jessica replied, rolling her eyes as she tied her hair in a ponytail and put on her face scarf. She didn’t say anymore, not trusting herself.

Lev and Ruslan Rogov were also twins, but unlike Jessica and Haley who were fraternal, each with a distinct look, the brothers were identical. Copies of one another, both men were as handsome as they were brutal and vile; tall, commanding figures with hard cut, muscular physiques that they must have worked on non-stop when they found time between their criminal activities, whoring, and sleeping. Blonde and blue-eyed, they could have been Russian-trash models if they hadn’t taken up being wannabe Russian-trash mafia lords.

They had encountered the brothers twice before, both times the criminals just barely managing to escape after being thrashed handily by the sisters. Each time, Jessica unexpectedly found herself confronting and drawn to Ruslan for some reason. She had no idea how that happened since she was so busy kicking his ass around during the encounters. Yet, he managed to linger in her head afterwards with her catching herself thinking more than a few times about his ice-blue eyes. His short blonde hair and the plethora of tattoos all over his body distinguished him from his brother who sported a close cut and whose skin was unmarked.

“It really sucks that they’re scumbags,” Haley noted.

“Dangerous scumbags,” Jessica reminded her. “Stick with Simon.”

“I count about twenty thugs,” Haley noted. “So, yeah. Fifteen minutes?”

Jessica removed her jacket and stashed it aside with the binoculars. Both of their ‘fighting gear’ consisted of dark workout attire: athletic tank tops and stretch pants. If not for the black face scarves, taped hands and shin-guard boots, people would be forgiven if they mistook that two young women were heading to a yoga class rather than about to take on a gang of dangerously violent criminals.

“Okay,” Jessica said, rolling her fingers into fists and feeling a charge of energy rush into them, “let’s get these sons of bitches.”

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“Alright, you stupid cunts, shut up and get your fucking asses in the cage,” Lev grumbled as his brother watched on, sitting on a chair inside the warehouse. “Just shut the fuck up and relax until the boat gets here to take you to your new homes and daddies.”

Armed henchmen shoved the group of whimpering, scared women into a small cage and locked it.

“The boat is fifteen minutes out,” a thug reported to Ruslan.

“Fucking bitches,” Lev grumbled, walking over to his brother, “So much more trouble than they are worth.”

“That is a lot of trouble, then,” Ruslan scoffed. He pointed at him and added, “You relax, too, Lev. You need to think and focus.”

“Yeah? You know what relaxes me?” Lev replied, grabbing his crotch. He sneered back at the women with a lick of his devilish grinning lips. “We should have sampled the ‘product’, make sure those cunts are clean.”

Ruslan smirked and shook his head. “You can buy as many ‘clean’ cunts as you want after. Just stop thinking with your cock for one goddamn minute.”

“That’s one minute less than you do.” Lev sneered. “At least when you’re thinking about that Black Swan bitch.”

Taking a long drag of his cigarette, Ruslan stared back at his brother but didn’t say anything. It was true, though. Despite the circumstances of their encounters, one of the Black Swans had indeed piqued his interest. She seemed like the natural leader of the duo and he was kind of drawn to that and her obvious strength of body and spirit. Yet, he didn’t even know her name.

The girls always wore masks, hiding their identities but not their sleek Asian eyes, pearl skin and chestnut hair. If he had to guess, they were related, possibly sisters and maybe of mixed blood. Though they were comparatively smaller in stature to the Rogovs, he admired their strong, athletically fit bodies even though they used them to potent effect to beat up him and his brother and disturb their operations time and again.

After a moment, Lev waved his hand and conceded, “There are two of them, so one for you and one for me… but I’m willing to share mine.”

That cracked a smile upon Ruslan. “I don’t share.”

Lev chuckled then added in Russian, “I will donate all I have to God if those vigilante sluts are virgins.”

“You are obsessed, brother,” Ruslan sighed. Admittedly though, the fantasy of being the ones to break in their nemeses was something he indulged in, as well. He would probably go about it a different way than his brother, though.

Suddenly, their discussion was interrupted by the sound of gunfire outside the front door of the warehouse.

“What the fuck was that?!” Lev shouted as their crew surrounded them, guns and knives drawn.

A thug rushed through the door. “It’s the Black Swans!”

“Fuck!” Lev shouted. He turned and shouted at the gaggle of captive women shrieking in the cage, “Shut the fuck up!”

For almost a half minute, things became deadly silent as the men remained alert and targeting the front door.

Lev ground his teeth together then barked, “Where the fuck are…?”

That’s when two figures dropped stealthily from the ceiling to the floor amongst the gang.

In the next half-second, Jessica and Haley were taking out the men left and right, with sharp yet graceful strikes, each one sure and true. Amongst impotent gunfire and flashing swipes of knives, they moved as if performing in some brutal ballet, incorporating high kicks, sweeps, tosses, knee thrusts and elbow blows, to knock out the men or break a few limbs like artists of painful beauty. Each hit was charged with their concentrated Ch’i that sent men flying back or flipping in the air, most definitely taken out and down for good.

“Shit! Get them already, for fuck’s sake!” Lev shouted amongst the chaos, shoving more men forward towards the sisters.

“Lev,” Ruslan urged, grabbing him by the arm, “we need to go.”

“But the delivery…”

His brother insisted, “We go now, we fight another day, yeah?”

“You’re not seeing the light of another day except through prison bars,” Jessica interrupted, appearing out of nowhere beside the brothers. Haley was still busy with several of the other gang members.

Ruslan unexpectedly stepped in front of his brother and eyed her, tilting his head. “Nice to see you again,” he said, ironically.

A grin broke crookedly upon his lips which seemed to unnerve the young vigilante. He couldn’t pass up another opportunity to take her on. He rolled his broad shoulders --with audible pops from his neck-- and struck a fighting pose. Smiling crookedly, Lev followed suit.

Jessica cocked a brow towards them, showing her disdain and disregard for their posturing. Inwardly, she was glad they decided to stay and fight.

She ducked Ruslan’s first punch then landed a stinging strike to his gut. Instantly, she spun around and nailed Lev with a kick to his face. As he tumbled back, she turned and immediately dodged some swift jabs from Ruslan, the last one managing to just clip her jaw. She shunted back in a defensive stance.

“You’ve been training,” she said jeering at him, “That was the first time you’ve tagged me.”

“Feels good to touch you,” he replied with a sly wink. “Did you enjoy it?”

Jessica firmed her jaw behind her mask and narrowed her slender, almond eyes. “Focus,” she told herself.

Again, she fended off the brothers, quickly wearing them both down with sharp strikes to their heads and bodies. She hammered a reeling Lev in the kidneys then tossed him to the floor, then caught Ruslan taking a swing at her, locking his arm and driving him down to his knees wincing in pain.

“How do you like this kind of touching, asshole?” she snarled.

Cringing with a fiery pain in his shoulder as she tightened her hold, Ruslan coughed and chuckled unexpectedly, “My… uhng… my brother thinks you are a virgin.”

Jessica blinked, easing the hold just slightly enough that he took notice.

He zeroed in on her with his steel gaze and a lurid grin. “Does that means he’s correct?”

“You son of a bitch,” she spat. She wrenched his arm, drawing a howl from the man, and then slammed an open palm down across his face, sending him crumpling to the floor.

She knelt down, turned him over and grabbed him by the collar of his bloodied silk shirt. He was still conscious and grinning at her with blood on his teeth. As she raised her fist to finish him off, he winked and snarled, “I look forward to the pleasure of amending your situation for you. I will defeat you and take you both body and spirit.”

Again, Jessica hesitated, her heart skipping. It was like a camera flash had gone off in her brain, blinding her mind for a moment. “Wh-what…” she stammered, “What did you say?”

“He said die, cunt,” Lev declared, levelling a gun at the back of her head.

Before he could pull the trigger, a kick knocked the gun out of his hand, sending it flying into the darkness of the warehouse. A flashing blow to his temple already had his eyes rolling into his head, but Haley followed through with an uppercut that nearly had him do a backflip into some boxes.

Regaining herself, Jessica snapped a strike at Ruslan’s mouth, knocking his head back against the concrete floor. He wasn’t going to wake up for some time, but she stared with vigilance at him anyway, her heart still pounding in her chest.

“Jessica,” Haley said, tapping her sister’s shoulder, “that’s it. They’re all down and out.”

Jessica nodded silently, her eyes still locked on the prone Ruslan.

“Come on. Let’s tie these pieces of crap up, release the girls and call the police,” Haley exclaimed.

Momentarily, Jessica blinked, nodded again and stood up to join her sister in the cleanup.

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In a hidden island facility, Doctor Daedalus communicated with a distant transdimensional realm where an alien overlord, Lord Gorerath, waited impatiently for the mad doctor to free him from his prison realm. There had been a few unexpected occurrences that delayed the process, unfortunately.

For one, the crystal and light commanding heroine, Shard, who was supposed to be the energy source to power his transdimensional bridge, was still in a coma after enduring the assault by an alien being known as Cerermant. Daedalus had secured a minimal amount of her energy during the fight, but nowhere near enough needed to transport Gorerath. Secondly, the bridge itself was still being repaired, having been damaged by Shard’s teammate, Fastball. The doctor could transport beings from his world to Gorerath’s realm, but not vice versa, for now. (Author’s note: see The Shattering of Shard for the full story)

In the meantime, Daedalus worked to keep the increasingly agitated Gorerath distracted.

“So,” he said, “will they be of worth to you?”

Daedalus had been transmitting secretly captured footage of the Black Swan sisters taking down the Rogov’s operations to the dark fiend. It bemused him to think that Gorerath was viewing the transmission as some sort of television show.

“Their form is pleasing as is their skill in combat,” Gorerath mused with his cavernous voice, “But they are weak. I would use and expunge their broken bodies in a matter of seconds.”

Daedalus nodded and sighed. “It’s true. Though they do possess peak level agility and skill in their arts, as well as the ability to wield their aura for both defence and as a weapon -- some sort of ‘Ch’i’ nonsense,” he scoffed, “they are only Level 1 in enhanced power, at best.”

“And this is what you offer as a gift to me?” Gorerath rumbled. “What of the more powerful enhanced heroines of your world?”

“I’m afraid this is the best I can do. With the damage the bridge has sustained, anyone more powerful than those two would tear it apart in the process,” Daedalus explained. He folded his black rubber-gloved hands together at his lap. “I take it you are not pleased?”

After a moment, the dark overlord grumbled, “No, they will do. I may be unable to partake in them physically myself, but there are other ways to derive entertainment from them.”

“Good,” Daedalus said with a nod, “I’ll go ahead with preparations. I will need Ceremant.”

“Very well,” Gorerath said.

Off in a far corner of the vast hangar where the bridge and transponder were located, the ethereal cloud known as Ceremant was confined in a glowing energy ball. It was his prison and punishment for his part in the delay of the transdimensional bridge. In an instant, the energy field disappeared and he was freed.

The black shroud floated ominously over to Daedalus.

“I have asked your master for your assistance,” the mad doctor explained.

“What is your bidding, Lord Gorerath?” Ceremant asked.

“Deliver two of the humans to Daedalus,” Gorerath commanded, then his voice deepened with a foreboding rumble. “They are to be unharmed and untouched, Ceremant. You fail me in this task and it will be the final time.”

“As you wish, my lord,” Ceremant said.

“Take a squad of bioborgs with you,” Daedalus insisted.

Ceremant expanded his swirling, black ink cloud, engulfing a team of the doctor’s bioborg sentinels. Then he faded away, and they all disappeared.

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Back at their original lookout spot, Jessica and Haley watched as a dozen police and emergency vehicles surrounded the warehouse, their flashing lights making everything look like a nightclub. The men were escorted out in cuffs into a wagon, while the formerly captive women were tended to by medical personnel. The sisters had also managed to wrangle the transport boat operators before the police arrived.

“There go the Rogovs,” Jessica said, peering through the binoculars.

“I’m going to miss beating them up,” Haley joked. “It’s so much more satisfying brutally taking down slapping hot studs like that.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“And you hesitated,” Haley noted. “Lev got the drop on you. How’d that happen?”

“I…” Jessica lowered the binoculars, recalling what had occurred when she froze, “I don’t know.”

Haley spiked one of her trim, raven brows. “Got hung up in Ruslan’s eyes?”

“What? No!” Jessica scoffed. Frowning as she chewed her lip, she shook her head and said, “No. It was something he said. It was strange. It reminded me of mom.”

“Of mom?” Haley blinked her eyes wide at her. That was the last thing she had expected to hear. “What in the world did he say?”

Her sister paused, then finally shook her head again. She unwound the tape around her knuckles. “Forget it. The main thing is that we put the Rogov Brothers away.”

“Yeah, sure. A couple of small-time gangsters off the streets. Hooray again for humanity,” Haley chuckled.

“Hey, we do our part.”

“Yes, I guess,” Haley grumbled, and also began to unravel her tape.

The Black Swans were nowhere near as powerful as the many other enhanced heroes who patrolled the planet, particularly the members of The Vanguard, Earth’s superhuman defence team. Jessica and Haley were considered street-level crime fighters, basically grunts. They had met The Vanguard’s leader, Athena, once, and she expressed how pleased she was with their work, stopping short of making them ‘Honorary Members’ of the team. That would have bordered on patronizing.

“We do our part,” Jessica repeated, gazing off toward the warehouse and beyond.

“But is it enough?” asked Haley. “Things seemed to have really ramped up, lately. There are emergencies across the globe every day. Doctor Daedalus has apparently stepped up his attacks for some reason. There are some powerful Vanguard members who have disappeared, like Flare and Shard...”

“I know,” Jessica replied. She looked at her sister and repeated, “I know. But we only do what we can and protect who we can, just like mom. She told us time and again never to mess with the more enhanced criminals if we can.”

Haley nodded, reflecting on their mother’s wisdom. “We can save more by protecting ourselves.”

Jessica continued, “We’re not equipped to deal with the level of threats The Vanguard fights. It’s probably for the best that we stay off the radar of people like Daedalus.”

She fell silent, staring off again. One day, they may just have to make the ultimate sacrifice to save all they could, but it would be on their terms. In the back of her mind, she revisited the words of her mother, strangely echoed by their foe, Ruslan Rogov: Defeat at the hands of the enemy meant their bodies and spirits. Jessica was determined that their lives wouldn’t be wasted that way.

Noting her sister’s deep contemplation, Haley took her hand and said, “Jessica?”

With an assured nod, Jessica looked her in the eye and said, “I will do anything to protect you.”

Curiosity pinched at Haley, but she didn’t pursue it.

With the scene at the warehouse appearing to be secure, they stood to leave.

“Alright if I text Simon on the way home?” Haley asked.

“Incorrigible,” Jessica laughed, draping an arm around her sister as they walked back to their car.

“Jessica,” Haley said, suddenly sounding concerned, “what is that?”

Gazing ahead, Jessica frowned. Appearing before them was a large black wall, darker than the night sky, sucking the light from the stars and moon. The edges of it seemed to move and undulate in a provocative fashion, making the young women uneasy. Just as they assumed fighting stances, a team of crab-helmeted bioborgs charged out from the blackness towards them.

Quickly, without time to question what was happening, they went into automatic, evading the attacks and striking back with kicks and punches. They drew upon their Ch’i to both protect them from the hits by the bioborgs and to charge up their strikes enough to crack the armour of the sentinels.

Haley mounted the shoulders of one of the bioborgs and twisted the head off. Jessica pulverized the chest plates of a couple of others, pulling out the network of wires and tubes that made up their guts. They were actually holding their own fairly well, but before they could take out the remaining attackers, the black wall moved on them and around them. Both of them suddenly felt a coldness swirl through their bodies.

“Haley!” Jessica shouted, reaching out for her sister as she was sucked into the murk.

“Jes-...!”

The blackness covered them like a hood and silenced them. Then it disappeared, leaving the abandoned parking lot quiet and still.



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“...-sica!” Haley ended her curtailed exclamation with a yelp as she suddenly appeared in some strange, unknown hangar facility. Her sister was beside her.

“Haley! Are you okay?” Jessica asked, supporting her by the shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m alright,” her sister replied. Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she looked around. It looked like a huge operations area. “Where are we?”

“Daughters of the Black Swan,” Daedalus announced, approaching them with an escort of bioborgs, “you uphold the name of your mother very well.”

The sisters took a step back but maintained a ready posture. Inwardly, they gasped, never thinking they would come face-to-face with the planet’s most nefarious villain.

“Daedalus,” Jessica muttered softly to her sister.

The doctor deliberately turned his mirrored goggles upon her then Haley, then both of them, a devious smile affixed to his mouth, showing his sharp, yellow teeth. “I must say, you’ve impressed a very special client of mine,” he said, then cocked his head back as if inspecting a specimen, “Hmm. You’re fraternal twins of mixed heritage, correct? Half-WASP from your father, Gerald, and half-Thai from your mother, Yong-Yut? It’s a very attractive combination. Exotic. True beauties. So young, so strong, so pure. No wonder my client is intrigued.”

Jessica didn’t like the way he was using that term, ‘client’, and spoke up, “What do you want with us?”

“Well, I just need you for an experiment.” Daedalus shrugged. Then he giggled, “I’m not certain what my client intends to do with you, though. But I think you probably should prepare yourself… mentally. I can assure you, at least, that his craving for cruelty is ravenous. If I could deliver more… powerful… heroines to him, I would… for your sake.”

That was enough from him for the sisters. They had no idea what he was planning, but they didn’t need to know anything more than they had to escape and quick. They moved in unison towards him, ready to take out his bioborg guards fast.

Before they could take three steps towards him, though, they were suddenly restrained from behind. Black lashes of some unknown substance strapped around both of their wrists and ankles and then a final one around their necks, pulling them back.

“Very good, Ceremant,” Daedalus said, moving to a control panel, “Bring them to the platform and I will initiate the bridge.”

“No!” Jessica grunted through gritted teeth as she struggled in vain against the restraints and was dragged backwards. They were as hard as cabling, though. She shifted her eyes left towards her sister who was in the same predicament, her face flushed red as the restraint around her neck squeezed tighter.

Ceremant did as he was told and dragged them to the centre of the platform, holding them there while the bridge thrummed to life.

“J-Jessica,” Haley coughed, fighting to reach out to her sister. “Huhn!”

“I…ugh... I’m here,” Jessica responded, gasping for air, “Breathe, Haley! Try to relax and breathe!”

“That’s probably good advice,” Daedalus remarked, tapping the control panel, “for now and for when you arrive. Farewell, Daughters of the Black Swan.”

As they continued to struggle, a shard of light cascaded down from the array above and engulfed the two of them just as Ceremant released his hold. They opened their mouths to call to one another a final time but disappeared from the world before they uttered a breath.

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Once more the sisters were suddenly transported to a place not of their free will, this time unceremoniously dumped on the ground, falling to their hands and knees.

“Guh!” Jessica gasped, able to breathe again but unsettled by the trip.

Haley groaned as well, feeling a mild swirling in her stomach to match her spinning head.

They both stayed on the ground for a few seconds, heaving and trying to regain themselves again. Finally, Jessica rolled up onto her knees and regarded her sister, rubbing her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Haley nodded. “You?”

“Yeah.” Jessica warily got to her feet and helped her sister up. Supporting each other, they scanned their surroundings. The place was unfamiliar to them. A troubling feeling wended its way through both their frazzled minds. It was possible that the planet --or even the dimension-- wasn’t known to them.

It was dark, but not like night, more like a strange, dim, reddish hue surrounding them. The ground beneath their feet was simply dirt, also reddish, except deeper in tone… like bloodied sand. They looked up, the sky was covered in thick layers of black clouds, illuminated from behind by the ominous flashing of red and purple lightning.

“Where are we?” Haley asked, almost whispering. It made her realize how deadly quiet it was. All she could hear other than their movements and breathing was the sound of her own heart and the blood it surged through her veins.

“I don’t know,” Jessica said, widening her slender eyes, adjusting to the light level. “Stay close.”

They walked for a few feet before they suddenly realized they were in some sort of open-air enclosure. Tall walls that appeared to be made of ragged stone or something similar encircled them. About one hundred yards in diameter, the wall rose at least twelve feet at the lowest point. Some dark temple-styled structures and tall stone spires were built just beyond the wall.

“It’s like… an arena,” Haley said. “It reminds me of those ancient temple grounds in Phimai.”

There was nothing sacred or holy about this place, they guessed, though. The sisters looked towards the sky as the thunder rumbled.

“Do you see that?” Haley asked, peering upward. “I see… it looks like… a face?”

Jessica nodded.

Amongst the shadows in the clouds, they thought they saw the foreboding image of a giant face gazing down upon them, eyes narrowed, a razor-sharp smile on its wide lips. As the clouds moved, the face shifted mesmerizingly, but the eyes stayed on them like a hanging portrait.

Just then, torches ignited all around along the walls, bringing some much-needed light to the area. Jessica turned her head, following her eyes as they led. She noted the doorways that led to dark tunnels scattered about. What struck her, though, were the sculptures carved on the surrounding walls: heads of a beast the type she’d never heard of in real life or in fiction, all of them staring ominously, hungrily at the two sisters.

She clutched the hand of her sister a little more tightly and swallowed nervously.

“What is it, Jessica?” Haley asked.

Jessica’s frown deepened. Trying to bury the anxiety swelling within her, she shook off her sister’s question but maintained her height of anxious caution. This wasn’t an arena, she thought. It was the Devil’s playground.

Suddenly, the haunting sounds of roaring screams emanated from deep within the tunnels.

Jessica and Haley stood together, shifting on the balls of their feet as they prepared for an expected attack from all sides.

About two dozen beings emerged from the tunnels, quickly encircling them. They had the bodies of men --exceptionally muscular men-- which was the only thing about them that registered properly in the eyes of the beleaguered sisters. All of them topless, it was clear that something was terribly wrong with the skin and eyes of the men. Their flesh was a marbled-grey, with an almost chromatic tinge as if pure silver flowed beneath their skin, and their eyes, hollow and white while lacking any gleam of pupils, glowed an orange-red. Like the carvings on the walls, their attention was menacingly set upon them as they stood in a circle, huffing and rumbling low, angry growls towards the sisters.

“Who are you?” Jessica shouted at them. “Why are we here?”

The men didn’t respond, simply gazing back in silence with their glowing, dead eyes. Slowly, they walked towards the sisters, tightening the circle around them.

For the twins, with the environment and these zombie-like men threatening them, it was like they were awake in their worst nightmare.

“Haley,” Jessica said, still keeping an eye on the encroaching men, “stay close to me. We strike hard and fast. Once we get an opportunity, we make a run for one of those tunnels.”

“Okay.”

“Hit them hard with full force,” Jessica continued. “Everything you have. Don’t hold back.”

“That could kill them,” her sister warned. It could also exhaust them of their Ch’i faster.

Shaking her head, Jessica insisted, “We don’t know what it will take to bring these things down. We don’t have time to find out. We just have to get out of here as fast as we can, alright?”

Haley nodded, fixing her sight on the approaching opponents before her, fists up. "So," she said with a nervous chuckle, "maybe more than 15 minutes this time."

“We’re getting out of here,” Jessica declared with a harsh frown of determination, “I swear.”

As if on cue, the men charged.

The sisters cried out in tandem and met their assailants head-on.

They fought with composed desperation, furiously utilizing all the tools and skills instilled in them from their mother’s training. Every strike landed, each blow solid and unwasted. They avoided and dodged the lunges and swings of the men effortlessly as if buoyed upon the air itself. Tossing their assailants into one another, knocking them out with hammering fists and thrusting kicks, they were in their element, unstoppable when cornered. Flowing from one opponent to the next, they prevented the men from overwhelming them, holding them at bay.

Using a close-quarters, tight formation, they pulled off tandem moves to devastating effect. Haley careened a charging foe right into the strike of her sister, nearly decapitating him. Jessica locked elbows with her sister and swung her around, Haley’s boot knocking a row of aggressors out.

All the while, their fists and feet burned as they channelled their Ch’i for thunderous hits upon the hordes. Jessica had been correct: they needed everything they had to keep these things down.

Still, as their foes fell and bodies littered the red ground, they were making little progress in their goal to escape. They had barely moved more than a few feet in one direction. More stone-faced men emerged from the tunnels to replace the fallen, blocking their way.

Adrenaline kicking in, the sisters still had plenty left in their stamina reserves, but as the fight continued and the streams of opponents seemed endless, the idea of escape seemed more and more distant.

They couldn’t think about that. They couldn’t think about what would happen if they lost.

All they knew that they had to do, all they could do, was fight.

XXXXX

“Always on the sidelines,” Daedalus grumbled, bored with watching the bioborg engineers continue with their repairs of the platform. He had been thoughtful enough to broadcast the sister’s battle at the warehouse to Gorerath, yet the alien demon didn’t extend him the same courtesy.

He was wary of how their partnership would play out once the dark overlord arrived on his planet. Gorerath’s intentions were nothing less than universal domination. Daedalus just wanted to rule one measly planet, which Gorerath would deliver to him. Now he questioned whether he would actually follow through with that deal.

“Daedalus,” Gorerath’s voice suddenly rumbled through the hangar, “do you still have the energy to power the bridge?”

The doctor stood and frowned behind his goggles, bothered by the abruptness of the call. “Yes. I have just enough to transport one or two more times, perhaps. Why? What’s happening?”

“The females are more amusing than I had anticipated,” Gorerath replied. “They are dauntless and courageous. Their spirit glows from within. It will be all the more satisfying to see them broken.”

Daedalus pursed his lips, still fuming inside, but thought better of agitating his ally. “I’m pleased to hear that. What is that you require now?”

“The two are more than a match for the men of my Granite Army. I can continue to send more of them to eventually wear them down, but the thought bores me,” Gorerath mused. “I want you to deliver those identical brothers to me.”

Tilting his head, Daedalus asked, “Oh? The Rogovs? For what purpose?”

“I know of their cravings, their lust for sexual viciousness and gratification. It will be entertaining to watch men who the sisters are familiar with and have dominated in the past to be the ones to ultimately take them, to be the first to claim their virginity,” Gorerath declared.

Daedalus’ white brow arched. “You... know that they are virgins?”

“I smell it.”

The doctor smirked. “Most impressive talent,” he sighed. “Very well. I’ll do as you ask. Have Ceremant bring them to me, and I’ll transport them to you.”

Fifteen minutes later, an all-points bulletin was broadcast to all Veritas City authorities that the Rogovs had somehow escaped their holding cell, unaware that the brothers were, however, no longer within city limits, not even on the continent.

Standing before Daedalus in the island hangar, the brothers stared at him in disbelief with their battered and bloodied faces and bodies as he nonchalantly explained why they were there and what was to happen.

“You want us to what?” Ruslan asked, mumbling through a split lip, holding his arm that Jessica had dislocated from the shoulder.

Daedalus sighed. “I’m not explaining it again. Gorerath is not known for his patience. Just go before him already and he will tell you what he expects of you.”

“Gorerath? What the fuck is a Gorerath?” Lev spat impatiently, his eyes blackened by the broken nose he had sustained during the fight. “Why the fuck should we do anything for him?”

Folding his hands on his lap as he addressed them like two dolts, Daedalus said, “Look, I know what you two want: vengeance and power. You will have the opportunity to take your vengeance on the Black Swans, and if you entertain Lord Gorerath enough, he will reward you with all the power your sociopathic minds could imagine.”

“Yeah, bullshit,” Lev scoffed.

Daedalus was unfazed, affecting a grave tone. “Trust me, Brothers Rogov, the day is soon approaching when you will realize the importance of being on the right side of Gorerath’s dominion over our world.”

The Rogovs regarded each other for a moment. Lev turned back to Daedalus to say something, but Ruslan put his hand on his brother’s chest and spoke first, “Daedalus, it is obvious you know much more about the Black Swans than we do. You know their names, their heritage. We weren’t even sure that they were sisters, twins.”

Daedalus nodded. He had informed them of the women’s identities earlier on.

“Say we accept this… opportunity. We meet with Gorerath then confront the sisters. You know their capabilities. They’ve kicked our asses three times without so much as spilling a drop of sweat or piss. We are expected to take them out now?”

“Well, first of all, by the time you reach them, I’d imagine their powers and stamina would have been considerably drained. Gorerath’s forces are seeing to that now,” Daedalus turned in his chair and picked up a syringe from the counter. “But just to be sure, I have a little going away present for you.”

The Rogovs eyed the glowing neon green fluid in the large syringe. Ruslan nodded at it, “What is that?”

“This?” Daedalus said, waggling the syringe. “This is likely overkill for your purposes. However, what it actually is is a modified version of my Evolve serum.”

“I heard the guy who used it exploded,” Ruslan noted, sneering. (Author’s note: see Flare is Tamed for the full story)

“He did. He was greedy. Plus he took a full dose which was still in the experimental phase. This,” Daedalus said, grinning with self-appreciation, “is perfected. A fraction of the potency and volatility of the original formula, but effective nonetheless.”

The brothers turned to one another and grumbled quietly.

“Oh, come now,” Daedalus rolled his head around as he spoke impatiently, “I wasn’t expecting so much procrastination from two broken men who are being given the opportunity to not only beat their young female archenemies into submission but to be granted the ultimate satisfaction of deflowering their strong, nubile bodies as well.”

That, unsurprisingly, caught their attention.

Ruslan started first, “The Black Swans are…”

“Virgins?” Lev finished, pushing past his brother and rolling up his sleeve immediately.

“Like shooting fish in a barrel,” Daedalus thought as he pumped each of the brothers with a load of serum.

Within a few seconds, the Rogovs were standing upright, blinking at each other in disbelief. Their bruises and cuts and torn ligaments were all healing before their eyes.

“Bozhe Moi,” Lev remarked.

“Our wounds… they are healing?” Ruslan said.

“That’s just the tip of what it does,” Daedalus remarked, already leading them towards and up onto the transdimensional bridge platform. “You will be like new men in a short time. Men above men. Men who will dominate and pluck the Black Swans.”

Without any further words of protest, the bridge activated and the brothers were whisked away to Lord Gorerath’s realm.

“Just don’t be greedy,” Daedalus remarked.



XXXXX

The Black Swans were well past their second wind now as their gruelling endurance test continued. Their muscles burned and their breathing was unruly. They were drenched in perspiration that stung their eyes, with beads of sweat flying through the air with every punch and kick they were endlessly throwing. Still, the emotionless men with their glowing, hollow eyes came.

With her legs tiring, Haley was caught by a sweep that took her off her feet, landing behind Jessica. Her sister whirled around and struck her assailant with a kick that sent him spinning like a top to the ground.

As their attackers regrouped, Jessica took a moment to crouch down and rub the back of her sister. “Get up, Haley,” she urged, between her gasps for air, “You’ve got to get on your feet before they attack again.”

“They’re not stopping,” Haley exclaimed, exhaustion setting in.

“Neither are we,” Jessica insisted, hauling her sister to her feet. “Come on. They can’t go on forever. We’ve taken their best shot.”

They hit their striking stances again, finding their reserves buried under their hope to still escape. To their surprise and relief, no new enemies approached them. Instead, the men resumed their circle around the sisters, standing tightly together, shoulder-to-shoulder. It was impossibly quiet once again.

Still standing at the ready, breathing hard, Haley tilted her chin aside to address Jessica positioned behind her. “Do you think they're surrendering?” she asked, surprising herself with the ill-timed levity. She chuckled softly, anyway.

In spite of everything, Jessica allowed a crooked grin to slip on her lips as she tilted her head. It was actually good to hear Haley snap off the one-liner.

“What are they waiting for?” Haley asked.

“So impatient!” a voice hollered through the vacuum. It was familiar to the sisters. It didn’t put them at ease one bit and their brief, subtle smiles faded.

Space opened between the men as they stepped aside. Jessica and Haley turned together, their eyes instantly narrowing when they saw who stepped forward.

“Lev,” Haley breathed.

“Ruslan,” added Jessica, firming her jaw.

How the hell did those two get there? Why were they there? And why did they look so refreshed and untouched after they had been pummelled bloody and senseless by the sisters just a few hours ago?

“Did you really miss us that much, bitches?” Lev chuckled. He and his brother stood just a few yards away from the sisters, enjoying the incredulous looks on their faces, like lost foxes in the wasteland.

“It looks like you have been keeping busy,” Ruslan remarked. He eyed Jessica specifically and then waved his hand around his mouth. “You know, this is the first time I have seen you without the mask. I prefer this way. Much more appealing. Maybe let your hair down more…”

“Shut up!” Haley spat. She did not like the way the man was looking at her sister.

Jessica inhaled, quelling a blush she felt emerging on her neck as her eyes remained locked on his. “How did you get here?” she demanded.

“Same way as you did,” Ruslan replied, shrugging. “Daedalus, of course.”

“I think it is obvious why we are here,” Lev added, reading their minds. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, then cracked his knuckles, grinning menacingly.

Haley warned softly under her breath to her sister, “Something’s off about them. They look… taller… bigger.”

It was true. They must have added another three inches to their already imposing height, Jessica deduced. And as Ruslan mimicked his brother, doffing his shirt, she could tell how much his muscles had expanded, even more defined and rugged than before, the canvas of ornate tattoos upon his leathery flesh stretched wide. He was a daunting figure: masculine, handsome… dangerous. Both brothers were.

“You like?” Lev asked, presenting his cut body with his hands. “Okay. I will let you touch.”

“Fuck you,” Haley snapped.

“Tsk. Tsk,” he replied, wagging his finger at her, “I was just about to suggest the same thing.”

“Stay calm, Haley,” Jessica said softly. They couldn’t let the Rogovs in their heads. Despite thinking that, though, she knew her gaze was lingering too long on Ruslan whose icy blue eyes were locked back onto her.

“It doesn’t matter whatever the hell you’ve done to yourselves. You come near us, you know what will happen,” Haley threatened. “Same thing as before. Same thing as always. We take you down.”

Ruslan stepped forward. “Not necessarily. Thanks to Daedalus we are new men. We also have… motivation, now. And you know what? So do you.”

Narrowing her eyes with disdain, Jessica shook her head and said, “What are you talking about?”

“We have been discussing terms with the master of this world. He has proposed a contest for his entertainment, between you two and my brother and me,” Ruslan explained. “You win. You leave. Free to go.”

The sisters didn’t trust his words one bit, but Haley sniffed and asked anyway, “And if you win?”

“Don’t worry, little girl,” Lev joined his brother as he steadily approached the women, “we will show you.”

The sisters knew they had no choice and stood their ground as the Rogovs loomed towards them. Jessica and Haley used the brief time to steady their breathing and limber their arms and legs with subtle rolls and shakes, rattling off what rust they could, always remaining watchful of the brothers.

Wetting her lips, fixing her auburn pupils on Ruslan, and understanding the stakes at play, Jessica breathed softly, “Stay close and on your feet. Do not let them get you on the ground.”

“Right,” Haley replied, briefly turning her eyes to regard her sister. “Jessica, I…”

At that moment, the brothers struck. Haley just managed to raise her arms and block Lev’s blow, but she felt the immediate and unexpected sting of pain across her forearms. Instantly, she knew something was wrong.

The pair of twins stood toe-to-toe, throwing stiff, flashing punches and kicks, blocking and parrying every strike. With every blow they managed to stop, however, the sisters winced and grunted feeling the sour pang of pain growing in their limbs. And though Jessica and Haley were drawing all their Ch’i they could muster to their blows, the brothers didn’t seem to be taking nearly as much damage.

Ruslan and Lev’s size wasn’t the only thing that had been enhanced. They were stronger, faster and more agile, their abilities heightened. The sisters may have been more skilled, but the sheer height and size of the brothers gave them a distinct advantage.

Under the silent, watchful but dead eyes of the stone men, they continued to battle, the tide slowly but steadily turning in the Rogov’s favour. The brothers steadily worked to separate the sisters, drawing them further and further apart, Haley versus Lev, Jessica taking on Ruslan.

After a veritable stalemate of attacking and defending, Haley managed the first true strike, a jumping, reverse roundhouse kick that caught Lev flush across the temple, rocking him off balance. Knowing that she had to end this, Haley didn’t hesitate as he staggered back. She nailed with a few more clean strikes to his head that had him wobbling. Concentrating her Ch’i in her foot, she finally hit him with a straight vertical kick to the centre of his throat, crushing his larynx with the heel of her boot.

Lev crumbled to his knees, clutching his neck and gagging for air as he coughed up blood and spit. Despite delivering what was likely a fatal blow, Haley offered only a quick, grim look of disdain at the ruthless Rogov brother, before racing over to help her sister with Ruslan.

For a minute, the Black Swans double-teamed him, desperate to finish this fight. He was proving to be more capable than his brother, parrying their strikes, softening their blows as he weaved aside and blocked with his arms and legs. Still, they had him on the defensive and they concentrated on spotting any openings they can find to tag him and wear the brute down.

They were probably a little too focused and a little too hopeful. Haley was unprepared when her arm was suddenly grabbed from behind and she was spun around right into a hard punch across her face that rang her ears.

“Guh!” she cried out, reeling from the unexpected shot. When she steadied herself, she found herself looking up at the tall, broad figure of Lev looming over her.

Her eyes rounder with bewilderment. He should have been dead on the ground. She hesitated, gasping, “What…?”

“Surprise,” Lev snapped back, grinning, and took advantage of her momentary lapse to drive a swift kick into her belly and another blistering shot across her cheek as she doubled over.

“Ungh!” Haley gasped as if she had been struck by a brick. Carrying through with the momentum of the blows, she tried to counter, landing a punch on his solid jaw. It barely fazed him, though, and in her off-balanced stance, he seized the advantage and hammered her in the kidneys.

“Ahg!” she cried out as she folded over once again.

Not letting up, Lev clutched her in his long arms, locking them around her back, then lifted her from the ground and squeezed.

“Hu-UHNN!” Haley wheezed, the air driven out of her and a sharp pain coursing up her spine as he trapped her in a powerful bearhug.

Chortling loudly, Lev rag-dolled her left and right in his arms as he turned her away from Jessica and Ruslan.

“I’m not done with you, cunt!” he growled, then flung her aside. As she landed hard and rolled on the ground, he came upon her swiftly and delivered a kick to her gut then exclaimed, “My turn.”

Seizing a clutch of her raven hair, he pulled her up then drove a series of knees into her stomach causing her to spit up saliva and groan in agony. He finished by yanking her hair, snapping her head back, and then slamming her back down to the ground.

Haley endured a barrage of kicks and stomps to her side and belly, crying out with every blow.

“Haley. Oh, no,” Jessica screamed silently in her mind. She had to stay focused on Ruslan, deal with him before she could attempt to help her sister. Despite that, he managed to catch her arm, lock it in an iron hold, spin around and push her down to her knees the same way she had done to him back at the warehouse. He wrenched hard, applying pressure to her shoulder, and she shrieked in pain.

“As you said, I’ve been training,” he said, smirking, deepening the hold.

“Not nearly enough, bastard,” Jessica growled and drove her palm into his groin.

“Uhrr!” Ruslan grunted, wincing in pain, and stumbled back.

The move took its toll on Jessica, a numbing pain shooting through her right shoulder. Nonetheless, she jumped at the opening, raining a flurry of punches and kicks upon Ruslan, driving him to a knee.

Hoping for a knockout blow, she attempted a spinning back kick to his skull, only for her leg to be stopped as if hitting a wall. She stared in shock. Ruslan looked back at her with a jagged, perfect smile as he gripped her boot at the ankle, stopping it dead mere inches from his face.

“That was your best shot,” he said. “Time’s up.”

He shoved her leg aside, and as she spun back, he nailed her with an uppercut that sent her flying back, landing hard on the ground with a groan.

Jessica fought through the agonizing pain she felt, crawling back, before struggling onto her feet. She defended with her forearms up and backed away, trying to buy some time to recover. Ruslan was offering no quarter, however, stalking her then quickly pouncing with a series of hammering blows to her sides and then punches to her head as her arms dropped.

When she reeled from the flurry of blows, Ruslan punted her in the stomach, sending her flying back once more and tumbling onto her back. Relentless in his attack, he was on her again grabbing her by the hair, slapping her across the face and throwing her aside. As she managed to roll through, he ran forward and drove a crushing knee into her ribs, dropping her to the ground. This time, before she could try to get back to her feet, he jumped onto her, kneeling over her, pinning her to the ground, drained of strength and defenceless.

Trapped under the imposing figure of her sneering enemy, all Jessica could think of and scream in her head was, “Oh God, Haley!”

Her sister was in dire straits, being tossed around and beaten sadistically by the ruthless Lev with no resistance whatsoever. He threw her back into the clutches of the Granite Men who held her up and restrained her as he pummelled her belly with a series of vicious punches. When they finally released her and she tumbled forward, bent over and coughing, he chuckled coldly and drove an elbow down into the small of her back, neutralizing her legs.

Haley was left gasping staring at the ground on all fours, panic seeping into her eyes. She knew she couldn't allow the fight to end this way. The blow to the back had taken out her legs, yet she hung on to Jessica's guiding voice from before urging her to get up. But when she tried to clutch at Lev’s legs to pull herself back up, he simply shoved a humiliating palm in her face, pushing her back flat on the ground.

Punishing boots to her gut kept her down gasping and groaning in pain, unable to draw a breath. Before the final few stomps of Lev’s foot, she was already almost motionless on the ground curling into a fetal position to protect her tortured belly.

With her resistance broken, Lev nudged her over with his foot onto her back, then stepped over her, standing above her looking down like the conqueror he was.

“Fuck, I am so hard already,” he declared, rubbing his crotch.

He chuckled wickedly then dropped onto his knees upon her, mounting her like his brother had done to Jessica, pinning her arms under his legs.

The unholy silence of this alien world was disturbed only by the crisp sounds of ceaseless strikes, agonized groans of the sisters and mocking taunts of the brothers that seemed to go on forever. Jessica and Haley had nothing left to offer in way of offence, retracting all their remaining Ch’i energy for defensive purposes. It was the only thing keeping them from becoming bloody, pulped messes, probably even being killed. Inadvertently, though, it delighted the brothers to know that they could really cut loose without seriously damaging the physical beauty of their prizes.

While Lev mixed it up by slamming punches across Haley’s face, choking her, and banging the back of her head on the ground, Ruslan simply pasted Jessica’s red-strapped face with heavy slaps, his hand swinging back and forth, smacking her cheek left and right repeatedly. All the while he harangued her with taunts.

“This is what happens when you mess in our business,” he growled.

SMACK!

“You little girls think you could fuck with men like us and not pay for it?”

SMACK!

“I told you, didn’t I?”

SMACK!

“I told you what your defeat would cost you, right?”

“Guh! UHN! AHN!” Jessica could only respond with pained cries and sharp moans, her head whipped side-to-side with each resounding slap.

Ruslan finally stopped, breathing hard from the excitement he felt in his gut. With his opponent lying motionless and moaning underneath him, he swept his hands through his hair then exhaled a satisfying whoop of victory.

Her head turned aside, staring blank and stunned through messy strands of her hair, Jessica tried to reconcile the pain sweeping through her body, the ringing in her head almost rendering her deaf. She’d never been so utterly broken, mercilessly pummelled and dominated.

“That’s it. The Black Swans are done,” he declared. The Rogovs were just beginning.

Jessica took the moment’s respite he offered to suck oxygen and fight through the pain before rolling her eyes over to her sister. All she could see was the imposing back of Lev as he knelt over Haley, her legs flailing weakly as he continued to throttle her.

“Haley…” she ached.

Ruslan leaned down close, so close his lips brushed her ear, ensuring that his hot breath and evil words wormed into her shattered mind. “First… we take your bodies.”

Jessica froze, then turned her head slowly. Ruslan stared back down at her, his searing blue eyes mere inches away. “No…” she breathed.

He nodded slowly, deliberately at her. “I will be your first,” he whispered, his sneering lip twitching with anticipation.

“No…”

“Your first touch…”

“Don’t…”

“Your first taste…”

Jessica shook her head but was unable to remove her eyes from his.

“Your first… heh...” he paused for effect, “... your first fuck.”

“No---ummpf!” she gasped when he suddenly kissed her hard, her mouth covered by his. His tongue dropped in quickly, sweeping against hers with a flourish, drooling his spit into her gaping mouth.

“This cunt first, brother. We share her,” Lev remarked a few yards away as he roughly massaged Haley’s tits through her top.

The woman protested weakly while still recovering from the assault, her rattled brain barely registering what he had just suggested to his brother. She couldn’t believe this was happening, this nightmare getting worse by the second, with the anguish and torment yet to come seemingly unfathomable. His large, chiselled frame blocked her view as she tried to see Jessica, still hoping that her sister had an answer to their plight.

“Jessica!” she shouted.

There was no response.

“Fuck this,” Lev muttered, “Let’s have a peek already.” He shoved her top up, bunching it above her breasts.

“No!” Haley screamed at him before another firm blow landed on her cheek, snapping her head aside.

The next thing she felt was the vulgar touch of Lev’s lips upon her tits, his tongue slathering them clean till they glistened from the torchlight. He greedily sucked on one hazel nipple then the other, nipping painfully at the tips each time he pulled back. “Fucking hell, I love firm, round tits,” he exclaimed, licking his lips before going down upon them once more.

Ruslan stood up, leaving Jessica momentarily to gag and cough up the spit he had poured into her mouth. He reached down with his large hand, grabbed her by the throat, lifted her to her feet and dragged her over to the wall of men.

“Hold her,” he ordered, shoving her back towards them.

Without hesitation, the silent men did as they were told. Each of her arms was held fast by one man, stretched out to her sides holding her up on her wobbly legs.

“Make her watch,” Ruslan said.

Another man grabbed the back of her hair and tugged, while at the same time clamping the base of her skull in his grip, effectively making her face her sister.

Ruslan stood over her. Stroking her face with a bewildering tenderness, he said, “You appear to be a college student, so learn this lesson well and pay very close attention. You can make this easy or you can make it difficult.”

In response, Jessica mustered a wad of saliva and spat it in his face defiantly.

Touching the drool on his cheek, Ruslan chuckled. “Good. I was hoping that would be your choice.” Once more he gave her a gentle pat on the cheek. Winking, he said, “I will be back.”

“Haley! No! Haley! Don’t touch her!” Jessica begged, still locked in her position by the men as she watched Ruslan go to join his brother beside her sister. “I swear to God, I’ll fucking kill you both!”

The brothers didn’t pay any heed to her warning, though. Instead, amid Haley’s alarmed protests, they groped and clawed at her body, taking turns to aggressively suck on her tits while Lev reached back to roughly caress her tender snatch through her tights. Her legs flailed and kicked in the dirt to no avail.

“This is what the cunt of a virgin feels like, brother,” Lev chuckled.

Her eyes wide, Haley screamed again only to have Lev’s rough hand clamp down across her mouth, stifling her protests. Her sobs were muffled as he shoved his hand under the waist of her tights, easily working past her clenched thighs to her crotch.

“Clean-shaven, eh? Nice,” Lev noted. His wicked grin widened as his fingers dug in and found their treasure. As she squirmed beneath him, he stroked her tender mound, ploughing his middle digit through her pussy lips, then curling it inside of her. “So fresh and fucking tight,” he exclaimed, pleased.

Ruslan spiked a brow. “What do you imagine she tastes like?”

“Get your hands off of her!” Jessica screamed.

Lev pointed back at her. “Shut that bitch up!”

Immediately, one of the stone-faced men slammed a fist into her belly, knocking the wind out of her with a long agonized groan. She could barely lift her head, unable to speak or cry out as she watched the brothers exchange positions over Haley: Ruslan kneeling over her, legs pinning down her arms, his hand stifling her mouth, and Lev moving down between her legs.

As Ruslan continued to squeeze and fondle her tits and twist her nipples, Lev shoved her thighs apart and reached down to her crotch.

“Mmmphh! MMMPFH!!!” Haley screamed into Ruslan’s palm as she heard and felt Lev tear a gaping hole in the crotch of her tights and rip out her underwear with a sharp tug. Again his fingers touched her luridly, playing with her pussy lips, plying them apart to expose her bud.

“Fuck. You should see how pink this is,” Lev chuckled, practically drooling. Then he dipped his head down for a taste.

Haley squeezed her eyes tight, pinching out a tear as she felt his slick tongue drag slowly along the length of her snatch. Then he quickly motored his mouth over her, aggressively lapping at her folds, eliciting a forlorn moan from her throat. His rough-stubbled chin and cheeks scratched at the skin of her thighs and crotch while he sucked and teased her hood, her hips involuntarily bucking and trembling in response. Again, she tried desperately to find her sister, pleading for her to help, but all she saw was the solid wall of Ruslan seated over her.

Looking back over his shoulder, Ruslan asked, “As good as you had hoped?”

“Better, brother,” Lev replied with a smack of his glossy lips before quickly resuming his oral machinations on Haley’s pink, soft petals. “Mmm…”

“What about you?” Ruslan said, nodding down at Haley. “Want to taste?”

Haley watched in horror as he shimmied higher upon her then used his free hand to unbuckle his belt. After pulling down his fly and his underwear, he withdrew his cock.

Ruslan seemed as surprised as she was shocked when he wielded his shaft. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed with a smiling sneer. Like the rest of his body, his length had also benefited from the effects of the Evolve serum. “That Daedalus is a fucking mad genius.”

Still crumbling at the effects of the probing, fluttering strokes of Lev’s tongue, Haley gasped aloud once Ruslan removed his hand from her mouth. In that moment, he took advantage of the opening with the tip of his cock parting her lips, leading the way for his lengthy shaft. Seconds later, she was choking and gagging, with spit bubbling at the edge of her lips as he rolled his hips steadily, working his cock in and out of her mouth.

Haley winced and cringed, unable to turn away as his iron-strong cock pumped into her mouth. She fought with it with her tongue, trying to push it aside so she could breathe, yet he stuffed it easily inward until it was butting against her throat.

Ruslan looked down at her, watching her struggle against his ample length of muscle, feeling it harden as it rubbed against her tongue and teeth. He enjoyed the sound of her desperate, wheezing gasps for air as it mixed with her groans while his brother continued to paste her cunt with his mouth and tongue.

Jessica croaked, “Stop… HUHN!!!” Each time she uttered a sound, one of the Granite Men would strike her in the stomach; her abdomen was strapped with patches of red from all the blows so far. She couldn’t draw the breath or strength to either threaten or plead with the brothers nor could she call to her sister. All she could do was watch, impotent as the Rogovs had their sick ways with Haley.

When she saw Lev roll up to his knees, undo his buckle and push down his pants, exposing his pale white ass, she knew what was next. Taking as deep a breath as she could, she wheezed, “Stop...”

A fist rammed upward into her gut, slumping her over, exhausted.

Lev stroked his cock with a nasty look of glee on his face. He was hard and pumped, but he took a moment to gawk at his newly enhanced length. To be able to fuck the young virgin vigilante --his nemesis-- was one thing, but with a spear like this? This was getting better and better.

“Ruslan, get up,” he said nodding at his brother, “Go on that side and hold her down. I want her to be able to see this.”

Ruslan snorted and shook his head derisively. His brother loved an audience, loved to make the women watch as he penetrated them. He did as he was asked, though, and dismounted Haley.

After the cock had been removed from her mouth, Haley turned her head aside, coughing. The break didn’t last long as Ruslan swung around and pinned her wrists together against the ground over her head, clutching a tangle of her hair, as well, for good measure. She wriggled and bucked as Lev tore through her tights further, effectively ripping them in half, leaving them hanging in tatters around her knees at the top of her boots.

Lev grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her close then hoisted her hips up, draping her creamy thighs around his lap, opening her up to him. Clutching her left thigh tightly, his other hand stroked his cock to full, hard attention. He continued to gaze at her pristine pussy, shaking his head in disbelief of how much he wanted it, how close he was to finally taking it. He teased her with lascivious drags of his shaft along her slit while she squirmed against him.

Haley was almost hyperventilating, her breaths sharp and pitchy as her eyes shifted frantically up and down between his stern face and his imposing cock, erect between the valley of her thighs. She couldn’t find her voice to plead with him, to make him stop, because she knew. She knew.

The gates of Hell wouldn’t stop him now.

“Your first time is going to hurt, bitch.” Lev sneered, angling his tip into position. He peered down his sharp nose at her. “I promise you that.”

Haley was trembling as she felt his broad tip nudge at her pussy lips, brushing them apart. She shook her head, unable to believe nor escape the inevitability of the moment. On her next breath, he drove into her with a brutal first thrust.

“HUHH-AHHH!!!” she screamed, pitching her head back, arching her body as she took him raw, fast and hard. Lev had made good on his promise of pain with his very first stroke. “Oh, God!!!”

Her cry cracked Jessica’s heart, freezing her, in momentary shock. She could never have imagined hearing such torture and anguish from her sister reach her ears. She had always sworn that she would make it so that she never would. Now, all she could do was wait and wonder what the sound of her own scream would be when her turn came up.

“God DAMN it!” Lev bellowed as he paused with his cock pulsing within her, listing his head back, “Fucking amazing!”

“Heh. That good?” Ruslan chuckled.

“Like I said, brother… so much better! This fucking bitch is tight!” he exclaimed, as he felt her muscles clench around his thick cock. “You’ll enjoy her sister.”

Ruslan lowered a dark gaze toward Jessica.

With little warning or warm-up, Lev broke into rabid, rugged strokes, rocking his powerful, broad hips forward and back, bullying his long shaft deeper and deeper into Haley’s breach. He locked her thighs in the vice grip of his arms and hands and pounded forth like a jackhammer.

“Bye, bye virginity. Mmm!!!” he mocked. Determined to break the young heroine in good, he ground his cock in, cranking his hard abs, wrenching her hips upward with every thrust. With Ruslan holding her arms down, her back bent to a painful degree, testing her flexibility.

“HAhh! UHN! UHN!” Haley had never imagined it could feel like this. The pressure and friction of Lev’s thick, long shaft surging in and out her full bore was something her body had never experienced. The carnality of the drag of his thick cock along her tender inner walls left her almost stunned. The physical anguish, though, paled in comparison to the disbelief and humiliation that scarred her mind.

Ruslan stared down over her, grinning crookedly. He traced his finger admiringly around her lips as she continuously moaned and groaned below him. That blowjob she gave him was far too short, and his cock began to ache just thinking of her warm, soft mouth.

“Get her up,” he said to Lev after a few minutes. “Turn her around on her knees.”

With husky, animalistic breaths, the brothers roughly jostled Haley’s body into position. Locking his wrists around her belly, Lev cinched her up and onto his lap, her legs splayed wide over his thighs. An adept shift of his hips and he spiked her snatch again upon his cock with an impaling thrust.

“Ah-UHH!” Haley groaned again. The brutishness of Lev’s shaft was just as severe as his first thrust.

Lev gripped her forearms and reared back, throwing his crotch against her, till she was leaning forward from the intense shoving, her arms stretched back.

“Open up. Come on,” Ruslan ordered, standing before her. He cradled her chin in one hand, wielding his cock with the other. He slapped the side of his shaft against her face, continuing to taunt her before squeezing her jaw open and sinking his cock into her mouth once more.

With Lev thrusting into her burning pussy from behind, and Ruslan grasping her head and fucking her mouth in front, Haley was left to only sputter and moan indecipherable protests as she was banged back and forth between the Rogovs like a pinball.

Jessica watched in horror as both brothers took their sick pleasure with her sister mercilessly. With a seething frown crushing her slender, raven brow, she growled and groaned in muted agony over her sister’s domination through gritted teeth. As she watched, a sick sinking feeling swelled in her gut. Her instincts told her this was just the beginning. The brothers were only getting started with Haley… and with her.

Unfortunately for her, she was right.

“I want to test this slut’s ass,” Lev grunted. “You want some of this?”

Ruslan didn’t have to be asked twice, pulling his dripping cock out of Haley’s aching mouth.

“No, please, don’t,” Haley rasped weakly, the strength in her voice and legs already gone, as Ruslan dragged her up on her feet. Then he reached around to her ass and lifted her from the ground. Strapping her legs around his torso, he indulged in his first sampling of Black Swan pussy with a rugged upward thrust of his cock, surging into her.

“Ungh-UHHH” the young woman moaned while taking Ruslan’s heavy shaft. As he rolled his hips, the discomfort she felt from his cock curling into her over and over was replaced by panic at the touch of Lev’s gruff hands on her ass, spreading her butt cheeks apart. Then his slithery, leathery tongue slipped against her anus, lubricating the hole with his spit.

Jessica recoiled in agonized sympathy for her sister. She struggled to free herself and additional stone men gripped her tight, restraining her, forcing her to watch as Lev rose up behind Haley as Ruslan held her aloft continuing to fuck her. She had all too clear a view as he bullied the tip of his rippled spear of a cock against her sister’s small, tight hole. Her heart heavy with dread and sorrow already for her sister, there was no way to prepare herself for what she was about to witness.

“No! No! Ahh-AHH-uhhh!” Haley’s head rolled aside as her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth yawned open while she screamed. Lev’s potent thrust into her anus was only slowed due to how tight her virgin hole was.

“Get the fuck in there,” Lev growled through gritted teeth, watching with a vile sneer as his cock steadily disappeared between the young woman’s firm ass cheeks. He held her by the shoulders, pushing her down onto him till he had probed as far as he could. “Yeah. Fuck!”

“Uuhhh!” Haley groaned pitifully, taken down to yet another pit of depravity of the Rogovs.

Her lithe, nubile body was sandwiched between the two brothers, her glossy alabaster skin pressed against their slick, glistening flesh. Hoisted in Ruslan’s arms, they shoved her back and forth against each other. While Ruslan’s wide hips rubbed her thighs pink and red, and his cock dragged in and out of her warm pussy, Lev stretched the puckered star of her ass till it burned.

Enduring the double penetration for what seemed like an eternity, she was almost delirious now, unable to think straight, all of her senses zoning in on the pain and humiliation of their intense fucking and ravishing of her body. They went at her like animals in heat, clawing her flesh, sucking her tits, biting her neck. It was by the will of her lifeforce, her Ch’i, she didn’t pass out, though she wished she could.

“How does it feel, vigilante slut?” Lev taunted at her ear, adding insult to injury. “This is what it’s like to play with real men. You mess with the Rogovs, you get fucked.”

Ruslan scowled but his attention wasn’t on the woman in his arms taking his cock at the moment. Even as he ravished Haley, his blue eyes were always on Jessica. When he caught her glimpsing towards him, he smiled and bucked harder into her sister, thinking of what was yet to come.

As their intensity peaked, it was Ruslan who came first, announcing his climax with a bellowing groan. He leaned back while crunching his abs and buttocks, shooting his thick load deep into her snatch. “Jesus!” he exclaimed. “Mmm-nnn.”

Lev held out for longer. After warming up and stretching her hole, he showed little remorse now as he fired his hips with zeal drawing more ragged screams from Haley.

“Take it all, bitch,” he hissed, huffing and panting.

Finally, he froze, his muscles seizing painfully. A growl surged up his throat and he groaned angrily as he came hard, his cock still entrenched between Haley’s tanned-beaten ass. His cock spat out a full, harsh load, draining into her.

Haley sniffed and whimpered as she felt the brothers continue to twitch and throb within her, trying not to think about the lather of their thick cum oozing out of both her stretched holes. She slumped between their bodies, still carried aloft, listening to their rough grunts with the sour smell of their hot breaths and dripping jism filling her lungs.

A few feet away, Jessica also slumped in the hands of her stone men captors, despondent over what she just witnessed. How had this happened? For some reason, it seemed like a distant memory, the occurrence at the docks earlier in the evening. Going from successfully stopping the Rogovs, to being kidnapped by Daedalus and brought to this alien world, to fighting for their lives, losing, and now this: her sister, raped before her eyes by the same Rogov brothers.

The brothers withdrew from Haley --she winced as their limp, yet still lengthy cocks slipped out-- and dropped her onto the ground like a limp sack. She curled into the fetal position, still dripping their cum. Their cocks still oozing and coated with their seed, the brothers dragged their hands through their damp, short hair, exhaling deep breaths of satisfaction.

Lev arched his brow as he looked down towards his cock. “Fuck, I’m starting to get hard again.”

It was true, both of them were. A few minutes after emptying their loads, their shafts were already turgid and stiff, looking as rugged and ready as when they started.

Ruslan smirked, thinking again about how Daedalus was a sick fucking genius.

Tapping the back of his hand against his brother’s chest, Lev nodded towards Jessica. “The other one now?”

Ruslan grabbed his arm and held it aside. With a coy spike of his thick brow and a shake of his head, he reminded his brother, “I don’t share.”

Lev stared back at him for a moment, but then shrugged. “Fine. I accept sloppy seconds,” he replied.

While his brother knelt down to prod Haley back to life and prepare her for the next round, Ruslan pulled his pants back up and walked over to Jessica, cinching his belt. “So, were you paying attention?” he asked.

Jessica glared at him. “Bastards.”

Ruslan paused but maintained his wicked grin. “My brother, maybe. He enjoys it,” he conceded. He shook his head and reached out to touch her face. “I don’t have to be.”

The young woman flinched when his hand drew near to her, but the stone men held her fast, allowing Ruslan to caress her flushed cheek with the back of his hand.

“It doesn’t have to be like that,” he continued, lifting aside strands of her hair from her face and nodding over his shoulder back at Lev and Haley. The woman struggled again while his brother stripped her of her top, her boots, and torn leggings. He then pulled her nude body over, flipped her onto her belly and moved between her spread legs.

Jessica gazed at what was unfolding once again with her sister then looked back at Ruslan. Feeling her nerves shaking from within her core, she fought to steady herself, soften her tone, reason with the man. She uttered, “Make him stop.”

Tilting his head down at her, Ruslan offered her almost an imperceptible glimmer of sympathy in his cool blue gaze. He held it on her for a few seconds, then sighed and shook his head. “I can’t. Lev’s a force when he’s like this, and this serum Daedalus injected us with seems to have increased that hunger and need to be satiated as well as our ability to do so repeatedly.”

Jessica noticed how his eyes swept luridly down her body as he spoke. She saw the tip of his tongue held against the interior edge of his lip. When he spoke of hunger and need, he empathized all too well with his brother. She tried again, “Please… make him stop.”

Again, Ruslan shook his head. “My brother embraces his animalistic tendencies. He’s in heat. It’d be like stepping between a lion and his prey. It wouldn’t end up well for anyone. Besides, she deserves it. You both do.”

That last sentence was like a slap in her face. She knew he was deliberately poking her, taunting her, but in her fragile state, she cracked and screamed at him, “You fucking bastard!”

Ruslan swatted a heavy hand across her cheek, whipping her head to the side, hair and spit flying. He grabbed her by the hair at the top of her head and shook it, then called back over his shoulder, “Lev, how are you doing there, brother?”

Lev had already mounted Haley again from behind, slamming his crotch into her backside as he reached forward under her chin and bent her head up, curving her back sharply. With her jaw clamped shut by his hold, Haley grunted and groaned in anguish as he thrust into her with harsh strokes. “Just as good as the first time,” he laughed. “Still as tight. Just nice and slippery.”

Ruslan pointed over at his brother and said, “See that? My brother is an animal, but he could be so much crueller to her. I can be much crueller to her, too, by letting him do everything he wants to her.”

Jessica eyed him, still angered but confused.

With a grinning wink, Ruslan said, “My brother enjoys sharing his women with other men… and there are many other men here.” He waved his free hand around.

Jessica gasped and froze. Then, she shifted her eyes slowly, noting all the zombie-like grey men, two dozen of them, with their glowing hollow eyes standing impassively around them.

“Would you like some company, Lev?” Ruslan called again.

“Ha! Yeah!” Lev replied. Continuing on top of Haley, riding her hard, he nodded at some of the men. “Come!”

Four of the men stepped forward, undoing the waist ties of their pants. Haley whimpered, intimidated by their approach.

“No! Wait!” the beleaguered Jessica cried. “Don’t!”

Ruslan spiked his blonde brow at her, smiling.

She looked up at him. “Please… don’t,” she repeated, then breathed, “Take me instead.”

Ruslan paused, the blue hue of his eyes deepening as he narrowed them on her said, “I stop those men from joining Lev, from all of them lining up to fuck your sister one by one endlessly, what do you do for me?”

She gazed at him hopelessly. He had lied. He was the crueller of the two brothers, by far. Her mouth slipped open again, “I… you can… fuck… me.”

“I could already have done that at any time,” he scoffed. He leaned in close, “What I want is for you to want me to fuck you.”

Jessica choked, her head reeling back, unable to speak. She gazed towards her sister. Lev had already moved her into position, lying on his back, her legs straddling his lap again. Two of the Granite Men stood at the side, grasping her hands and wrapping her fingers around their grey hard cocks to jerk them off.

Another knelt behind her, over Lev’s legs, probing her ass for passage with his tip while his other hand wrapped around her neck, choking her. As her mouth dropped open for air, the fourth man stepped forward and moved his cock towards her lips. More men began to approach, loosening their pants.

They were going to tear her sister apart before her eyes.

“Beg for it, Jessica,” Ruslan taunted her with a low growl from his throat. “Beg me to take your virginity. To be your first. To fuck you.”

Haley's tormented moans shook at her soul.

“Fuck me,” Jessica’s voice trembled. She peeled her eyes away from her sister and back upon Ruslan. “Please… fuck me. You… you’ll be my first.”

Ruslan smiled, wetting his lips with a deliberate lick of his tongue. He released his hold on her hair but kept his eyes on her as he called back to Lev. “You’re on your own, brother. Tell the men to back off.”

“Ha! But this is so fucking hot!” Lev laughed while he tweaked Haley’s tits.

“Call them off!” Ruslan barked in Russian, “You can do what you want with the girl, otherwise.”

Lev relented and waved away the men. He flipped Haley back over onto her back, folding her legs forward and leaning his weight down upon her, continuing his fervent fucking.

“There. You see? Done,” Ruslan explained to Jessica. Then he pinched her chin between his fingers and spoke firmly, “If you don’t please me, the gang party with your sister is back on, and they don’t stop till every last man has had their way with her.”

Jessica said nothing. She watched in silence as he took one of her arms from the Granite Men then the other. Holding her wrists together, he used his belt to bind them, cinching them tight. Then Ruslan dipped down to pick her up. He slung her over his broad shoulder and then ordered the men out of the way.

“Wait. Wh-where are we going?” Jessica said, startled, as he carried her towards the tunnels. She looked back towards Haley, still pinned to the ground beneath Lev. “I can’t leave her! Haley!”

“I prefer my privacy,” Ruslan noted, patting her ass. “She will be fine.”

As he brought her through the tunnel door into the bleak darkness of the structure, Jessica reached back for her sister.

“Jessica…” she heard her sister rasp one last time.

No, Haley wouldn’t be fine. Never again.

Neither of the sisters would be.

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