Helena entered the investigation department under tight security. They escorted her underground. The officer opened the door, and inside that dark-colored room was the investigator, who extended his hand in a friendly handshake:
"Please come in, miss."
She sat down in front of the table, and the investigator followed, saying as he looked at the papers:
"Miss Helena, how are you?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, absolutely. Why am I here?"
"A good question... a good question.
[He placed the papers on the table.]
I'll answer you, don't worry, but answer my questions first...
Are you from planet Earth?"
"Why this question?"
"Please don't evade the question."
"No, it's not evasion—it's legitimate questions. Your situation is suspicious."
"Yes or no... We won't detain you or anything like that if you're from Earth or if you've committed a crime there."
"Yes, I'm from Earth."
"Excellent. What was your full name on Earth?"
"Mark...ot Gazalinov."
"Markot Gazalinov?"
"Yes."
"What was your occupation?"
"A teacher in an elementary school."
"Date of birth and date of death?"
"Born in 2████ and died in 2████."
"Where are you from on Earth?"
"Japan."
"Do you have names like that in Japan?"
"Y... yes."
"Wait a moment...
[Someone entered and handed him a stack of papers, then he continued.]
You're not in our records.
Do you know about the Great Filter?"
"No."
The investigator took some notes and said:
"In short, we received reports about your suspicious aura that you were wandering around with. Here in Terravasta, we have 8 types of auras, and we represent these auras as numbers. Your aura is number 6, which is rare and has attracted a lot of attention."
"So what... Why don't they mind their own business?"
"It's not that simple...
The inhabitants of Taured have a religious sensitivity toward the number 6."
"What's special about this number 6?!"
"People with aura number 6 are special and rare. In the continents of Tartaria, only a few families can inherit this number. Someone like you is a national treasure.
They are the latest update of humans and have abilities to penetrate reality."
The investigator signed some papers, then said as he handed her some of them:
"These documents are government insurance for your identity, and these are some papers—I hope you'll review them..."
Then he gave her a ring to wear:
"And this is a ring to encrypt your aura until you learn to encrypt it yourself."
She took all those documents, then the investigator said:
"Now I'll leave you with one of the officials who will take the names of the people you know for the records."
It wasn't as she had expected. In the end, the police let her go with a file of papers to return alone to the house whose location she didn't even remember... She decided to be clever and go back the way she had seen from the carriage window: dirty streets, the smell of sewage filling the place, and identical brick houses crowded next to each other as if they too were searching for warmth.
Here, the streets were more crowded than in her area, and laundry blocked the path in some places.
Helena's appearance was conspicuous—her clean clothes, her dark hair. She looked like a black flower amid garbage. She knew this distinction would bring her trouble. Some who saw her moved away from her path, while others started asking her for money. The people seemed desperately poor, and they had many children.
Among the beggars were beautiful women, and an idea sparked in her mind: she would enrich one of them today.
A shy girl approached, about Helena's age, with messy black hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She didn't even look into Helena's eyes and began reciting the words of the poor:
"For the love of God, my lady, help me, please. I have nothing to eat, please..."
She was beautiful; she only lacked some cleanliness. Helena said to her:
"I don't want your prayers...
If your prayers worked, they would have gotten you out of poverty...
What will you give me in return?"
The girl looked into Helena's crimson eyes and remained silent and disturbed, as if she wanted to say something but feared regretting it.
Helena moved away, departing.
But the girl hurried and said with red cheeks:
"W... wait."
Helena turned around, and the girl shyly revealed her ivory shoulder while looking to the side:
"I... I offer you m... myself."
Helena said:
"Agreed. Where is your home?"
The girl led her to her home submissively. Helena was excited.
She entered the house, and the girl's father shouted:
"Where have you been?"
The girl said:
"Don't bother me."
He stood up from sewing his clothes to reprimand her, but he saw Helena behind her. The man swallowed his anger, stepped back, and said submissively:
"Hello."
Helena didn't respond to him and followed the girl to her room. The room was small, with a quilt for sleeping on the floor, some metal and wooden items, and the ceiling was leaking. The girl closed the door with a water barrel and began undressing. From thinking about it, Helena's penis began to erect and grow under that skirt. In the end, Helena's patience ran out... She grabbed the girl, who was the same age as her, hugged her forcefully, and began kissing her and sucking her lips... Helena's long tongue made the girl feel it reaching her throat. She was choking on it. She tried to push Helena away, but she was an old Prototype[1] update that didn't even reach half the strength of the Hectotype[2] that Helena belonged to. Then Helena placed her on the quilt and positioned her massive muscular penis, which extended from the girl's vagina all the way to her breasts—it was a full 51 centimeters[3].
The girl felt terror. She tried to escape; something like that would kill her. But Helena held her. The girl began to tremble and urinated beneath her, saying:
"Please no... I... I don't want to, no."
Helena replied:
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you."
Helena grabbed the girl's clothes and tore them to the sides as if tearing paper. The girl became more afraid of her strength, with tears in her eyes. Helena stood up and said:
"Then I won't pay."
The girl quickly crawled and grabbed Helena's foot, saying:
"No, please, I want you to be gentle with me only. I'm not as great as your update. Have mercy on me and do whatever you want with my body..."
Then she climbed Helena's leg, grabbed her penis, and began masturbating it. She pulled out Helena's breast and started sucking it.
This sensation made Helena's penis grow stronger. Its appearance, power, and size enchanted the girl, and she felt hypnotized by it. She went down and began licking it as if blessing herself with it.
Helena wanted to put it in her mouth, not just lick it. So she placed it in the girl's mouth. Her penis passed with difficulty between her teeth. Helena encouraged herself, and even though her throat wouldn't accommodate it, Helena began forcing it in. The girl was surprised and started hitting Helena's leg. Helena's penis slid slowly through the girl's tight throat. The girl was choking, and Helena didn't care. Her vagina urinated in bursts, excited. The girl's breasts swelled, and her nipples protruded. Then suddenly, Helena's entire penis entered. The girl nearly lost consciousness; Helena's penis had reached her stomach. Helena orgasmed and looked happily at the ceiling with that feeling.
She lifted the girl upside down, grabbed her hair, and began thrusting forcefully into the girl's mouth. Each thrust shook the girl's bones while Helena sucked the juice from her vagina—the girl who was on the verge of losing consciousness from lack of oxygen.
Minutes passed as she raped that mouth. The girl wasn't breathing, and her vagina grew more excited. Helena treated her like a cheap sex toy, as if she weren't human.
This time, with her encrypted aura, Helena sensed the girl's father without him noticing her. He was peeking and masturbating through the keyhole and sometimes through the door cracks after hearing his dear daughter's choking sounds. This excited Helena more because this fearful father was only watching and wishing he were in her place.
She began pushing her penis deeper. She felt the girl's small intestines opening, increasing the speed of raping her poor mouth. Then suddenly, Helena thrust her penis forcefully into the girl's throat, which widened her jaw more than natural, and her eyes rolled back. She had never been this close to death in her life. Then Helena ejaculated powerfully into the girl's insides until her belly swelled. The semen literally filled her stomach, and some began coming out through her mouth and nose. The exhausted girl thought it was the end.
But because her mouth was stuck in the open position, Helena wasn't satisfied and continued destroying her body again. The girl couldn't endure it and began crying and convulsing, her consciousness fading. Helena didn't care and continued until she suddenly pushed her penis deeper, squeezed her testicles as hard as she could, and thrust gallons of semen forcefully until the semen came out of the poor girl's anus and hit the ceiling. Helena said:
"Finally."
Then she pulled out her penis, which got stuck in the girl's throat for a bit before freeing itself. Afterward, a large amount of semen poured from the collapsed girl's mouth, and she finally began breathing. Helena returned her to her normal position, and the semen started flowing from her mouth and anus. Then Helena lightly slapped her mouth, and it returned to place. She said:
"Thank God for your safety. I'll give you double the pay."
The girl raised her hand in a pitifully arousing way as a celebration. Helena's penis got excited and wanted to rape her pitiful arousing form again, but Helena restrained herself. The girl was on the verge of death; her update wasn't designed for such harsh treatment in the first place.
Helena turned her over and squeezed her belly to let everything out. It looked like five liters of pure, thick white semen. Even Helena was shocked by the amount. The girl was collapsed.. she was like a corpse. Helena feared she had broken one of her bones, but the girl said with a warm smile:
"I'm fine..."
Helena gave her the pay and said kindly, gently touching two of her fingers:
"Do you know where the commercial district is?"
The girl said, after Helena's kind way of asking:
"Yes."
[1] The Prototypes are those who possess the spiritual numbers 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, or 8.
[2] The Hectotypes are those who possess the spiritual number six.
[3] 20 inches