Helena entered the investigation department under heavy guard, escorted down to the lower levels. The officer opened the door, and inside that dimly lit room sat the detective, who extended his hand in a friendly handshake.
"Please, have a seat, miss."
She sat at the table, and he followed, glancing at the papers as he spoke.
"Miss Helena, how are you?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, absolutely. Why am I here?"
"A fair question... a fair 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 it."
"It's not evasion; it's a legitimate concern. Your situation seems suspicious."
"Yes or no... We won't detain you or anything like that if you're from Earth or if you've committed some crime."
"Yes, I'm from Earth."
"Excellent. What was your full name on Earth?"
"Markot Jazalinov."
"Markot Jazalinov?"
"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."
"Your birth date?"
"The beginning of the second millennium."
"Your death?"
"2101."
"What was your profession on Earth?"
"Elementary school teacher."
The detective pondered, jotted down some notes, and said:
"In short, we've received reports about your suspicious aura that you've been wandering around with, causing unrest among the residents. If you don't know, here in Terravasta, we have eight types of auras, represented as numbers. Your aura is number 6, and we call individuals with this number Hectotypes—they're a rare type. The people of Taured and the Tartarian Empire in general have a religious sensitivity toward Hectotypes."
"What's special about Hectotypes?!"
"In the Tartarian Empire, only a few families can inherit this upgrade, which is the latest human enhancement. Their existence creates a kind of imbalance and unfairness in opportunities, like jobs or similar things, because they're more evolved with stats higher than normal. Also, because they descend from the lineage of the cursed Maximilian Levo, nicknamed the Sixth, who caused one of the extinctions in the past with his reckless decisions."
"I have a question... Is this country the Tartarian Empire or the state of Taured?"
"I know our naming conventions are strange to you. This country is Taured; the Tartarian Empire is an umbrella name for the group of states that form this continental basin, where the Trigonianism religion predominates. This religion is the common element among them."
"Continental basin?"
"Yes, we owe most of our terminology to the transferees from planet Earth. According to their divisions, they said the landmasses here are vast, so they called them continents instead of islands, and the large continents continental masses or simply masses. The nearest continental mass is Lemuria, located six months' sea voyage away."
"You're saying there are also transferees from Earth?"
"Yes, they exist, but they're rare. Personally, you're the first Earthling I've investigated."
The detective signed some papers and said:
"Do you prefer your current name, or do you want to change it?"
"I'll keep it; no problem."
"Good, that's easier."
He filled out the government forms and handed them to her.
"This is your new ID card."
Then he gave her a ring to wear, saying:
"And this is a ring to encrypt your aura until you learn to encrypt it yourself. There's a rehabilitation school for Earth transferees near your residential complex if you find adapting difficult."
Helena took all those documents, and the detective told her:
"Now, I'll leave you with one of the officials to bring in the people you know for the records."
It wasn't as she expected, and in the end, the police released her with a file of papers to return home alone to a house she didn't even remember the location of... She decided to be clever and retrace the path she'd seen from the wagon's window—dirty streets filled with the stench of sewage, identical tiled houses crammed together as if they too were seeking warmth.
Here, the streets were more crowded than her area, with laundry blocking the way in some places.
Helena's appearance was conspicuous—her clean clothes, her dark hair made her look like a black flower amid the garbage. She knew this distinction would bring her trouble. Some who saw her stepped out of her way, while others started asking her for money. The people seemed utterly desperate, with numerous children.
Among the beggars were beautiful women, and an idea sparked in her mind that would make one of them rich today.
A shy girl around Helena's age approached, with messy black hair tied in a loose ponytail. She didn't even look into Helena's eyes and began reciting the beggars' plea:
"For the love of God, madam, help me, please. I can't find anything to eat, please..."
She was beautiful; she just needed some cleaning up. Helena said to her:
"I don't want your prayers... If your prayers worked, they'd get you out of poverty... What will you give me in return?"
The girl looked into Helena's crimson eyes and stayed silent, flustered, as if she wanted to say something but feared regretting it.
Helena moved to leave, but the girl hurried and said with flushed cheeks:
"W...wait."
Helena turned, and the girl shyly exposed her ivory shoulder, looking away:
"I... I offer you m...myself."
Helena said:
"Agreed. Where's your home?"
The girl led her submissively to her house. Helena was excited.
They entered the home, and the girl's father shouted:
"Where have you been?"
The girl said:
"Don't bother me."
He rose from sewing his clothes to scold her, but saw Helena behind her. The man gathered his anger and stepped back, saying submissively:
"Hello."
Helena didn't respond and followed the girl to her room. The room was small, with a blanket on the floor for sleeping, some metal and wooden items, and the ceiling was dripping. The girl closed the door with a water barrel and began undressing. Helena, lost in thought about the matter, felt her cock harden and grow under that skirt. In the end, Helena's patience ran out... She grabbed the girl, who was her same age, hugged her tightly, and started kissing her, sucking her lips... Helena's long tongue made the girl feel like it was reaching her throat; she was choking on it. She tried to push Helena away, but she was a prototype of an old upgrade that didn't even reach half the strength of the Hectotype Helena belonged to. Then Helena laid her on that blanket and placed her massive, muscular cock, which extended from the girl's pussy all the way to her breasts—it was a full 51 centimeters (20 inches).
The girl felt terror and tried to escape; something like that would kill her. But Helena held her. The girl started trembling and peed under 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 aside like ripping paper. The girl feared her strength even more, tears in her eyes, as Helena stood and said:
"Then I won't pay."
The girl rose, crawling quickly, and grabbed Helena's foot, saying:
"No, please, what I want is for you to be gentle with me, just that. I'm not as great as your upgrade; have mercy on me, and do whatever you want with my body..."
Then she climbed Helena's leg, grabbed her cock, and started masturbating it, pulling out Helena's breast and beginning to suck it.
This sensation made Helena's cock harden more; its appearance, strength, and size enchanted the girl, and she felt hypnotized by it. She went down and started licking it as if blessing it.
Helena wanted to thrust it into her mouth, not just lick it, so she put it in the girl's mouth. Her cock passed with difficulty between her teeth. Helena encouraged herself, and even though her throat wouldn't accommodate it, Helena started forcing it in. The girl was surprised and began hitting Helena's leg as her cock slowly slid through the girl's tight throat. The girl was choking, and Helena didn't care; her pussy peed in excited spurts, the girl's breasts swelled, her nipples protruded. Then suddenly, Helena's entire cock entered; the girl nearly lost consciousness. Helena's cock had reached her small intestines.
Helena lifted the girl upside down, grabbed her hair, and started fucking her mouth hard; each thrust shook the girl's bones on the edge of death.
Minutes passed as she raped that mouth; the girl wasn't breathing, and her pussy got more excited. Helena treated her like a cheap sex toy, as if she weren't human. The girl lost and regained consciousness several times, submissive and yielding. She knew she was too inferior to object; Helena didn't care about her pleas.
Helena's encrypted aura this time sensed the girl's father without him noticing, who was peeking and masturbating through the keyhole and sometimes the door cracks after hearing his dear daughter's choking sounds. This excited Helena more because this fearful father was just watching and wishing he were in her place.
She started pushing her cock deeper, feeling it reach the bottom of her belly, and increased the speed of raping her poor mouth. Then suddenly, Helena thrust her cock hard into the girl's throat, which stretched her jaw beyond normal, and her eyes rolled back; she'd never been this close to death in her life. Then Helena came inside the girl's guts with force until her belly swelled; the semen literally filled her stomach like delicious hot milk, and some started spilling out through her mouth and nose. The exhausted girl thought it was the end.
But because her mouth was stuck open, Helena wasn't satisfied and continued destroying her body again with greater force and more violence. The girl couldn't take it and started crying and convulsing until suddenly Helena pushed her cock deeper, squeezed her balls as hard as she could, and pumped gallons of semen with force until the semen shot out from the poor girl's anus and hit the ceiling. Helena laughed mockingly:
"Finally."
Then she pulled out her cock, which stuck in the girl's throat a bit before freeing itself, followed by a large amount of semen from one entrance making it exit from two. This was the power of a Futanari from the Hectotype. The collapsed girl, who finally started breathing, Helena returned her to her normal position, and the semen began dripping from her mouth and anus. Then Helena lightly slapped her mouth, and it closed back.
Helena's cock hadn't given up and wanted more; semen was still leaking, indifferent to the girl who'd seen death and returned.
Then Helena said, after arousing intense pity for the girl:
"Thank God you're safe. I'll give you double the fee."
The girl raised her hand in a pitiful celebratory gesture. Helena's cock got excited and wanted to rape her pitiful form again, but Helena restrained herself. The girl was on the verge of death; her upgrade wasn't designed for this harsh treatment anyway.
Helena lifted her and squeezed her belly to let everything out. It looked like five liters of thick, pure white semen flowed slowly, emerging like evidence of a gang rape—but even a gang rape wouldn't produce this amount. Helena herself was shocked by it; she knew she wasn't human, she knew she was a goddess—a goddess of rape.
The girl was broken, more like a corpse. Helena feared she'd broken one of her bones, but the girl said with a warm smile:
"I'm fine..."
Helena gave her the payment and said kindly, gently touching two of her fingers:
"Do you know where the carnival is in the city?"
The girl said, after Helena's gentle way of asking:
"Yes."