CH1 - The End? - NSFW Edition

Is being broke a reason to kill oneself? Probably not… But the things which come with it certainly might be, especially in Noxivis.

Noxivis, not too long ago was nothing, a grassy plane. In the space of 60 years a city has been created by working the builders to death, literally. However, the lives this city was made from were poor, broke, desperate people whose existence is always second to those who have luck. Noxivis was made out to be a place of dreams, i suppose it is if your rich. For those without money however, the place is hell. Every soul is as desperate as the next, mix that with unpoliced streets and lawlessness growing rampant; the heart of Noxivis is hell for anyone who didn't have luck rotten enough to be born rich.

Despite this, if you look from a star Noxivis looks beautiful. The lights of the city are stunning, though the light isn't coming from any sort of electricity. This world doesn't have electricity, what it does have however is magic. The magic which is currently frevalent in most places uses rods. Rods are devices which can be charged by using the power harvested from dead monsters. These rods are what is being used to make the city look so beautiful. If the heart of Noxivis had blood, then the blood would be the red blood cells, carrying oxygen and life to keep it running and alive.

Though the person currently debating killing themselves isnt from the heart of Noxivis, they're living in a small domicile a 20 miles south of the city in an outskirts town - Jhuggi (pronounced 'Jugee'). His house is made from sheet metal and has a mud floor, like almost all houses in the village. He is a 15 year old boy who is in quite a state, named Brecon.

Brecon has clear muscular potential, however, due to a lack of food he is malnourished with his ribs poking out like a bird cage. His skin is filthy dirty, his tangled greasy hair is matted all over, his clothes are rags, and he looks like he's lived in a war trench his entire life. He currently had both of his hands filled, one had a razor blade. The blade was rusted and well used, though was still suitable for the purpose he wanted to use it for.

His other hand was clutched on a small metal keepsake he got from his mother. "Now as I looked at the living creatures, behold, a wheel was on the earth beside each living creature with its four faces. The appearance of the wheels and their workings was like the color of beryl, and all four had the same likeness. The appearance of their workings was, as it were, a wheel in the middle of a wheel. When they moved, they went toward any one of four directions; they did not turn aside when they went." - (Ezekiel 1:15-17). The most accurate description of the keepsake was a picture of a biblically accurate angel. Wheels which rotated around each other, each hosting many eyes and flapping wings. It was the only piece of magic in Brecons' possession. As his mother had told him when he was a small child, he was to "never show it to anyone". This was one of the only memories of his mother that he had, the only other was her telling him that "One day, this will save you".

Brecon: Save me huh… my ass *He let out a small chuckle desperately*. If your gonna save me, you got 30 seconds. After that, I'm gonna end it.

He slowly counted to 30 in his head, praying that the keepsake would interview. In the time that he was praying he relived the recent moments which lead him to this point.

His entire life he lived barely by finding food on the floor and travelling to the dirty river for water. The water wasn't from a natural source, but from a leak of clear water a few miles up stream on a dam that supplies water to a section of Noxivis. This is where everyone in the village drank from, with the exception of one family. This was the family which lived opposite Brecon.

They had a luxurious house, the only proper house in the entire village. They had plumbing from the river directly to their house, with purifying rods in the pipes which supplied them with their clean source of water. They were the royalty of this village. Living in this house was a small family of four. There was an older man who was in his mid 40's, this was Derek, the father of the family. The mother was a slightly younger woman, around late 30's named Diane. They had two daughters, Leila and Nocere.

Derek was a fat man who always looked down on people, his personality was almost as putrid as his physique. He was born semi-rich, but nothing extravagant. His family wasn't anywhere near rich enough to flourish in the heart of Noxivis, they mainly stayed in a semi rich neighbourhood in the outskirts. However this simply wasn't enough for Derek, he wanted to live like a king. Hence why he went to Jhuggi, he became a king on an empire of dirt.

Diane was a woman who lived in Dereks shadows, until night time when shadows had free reign. She was a prostitute, not for the money but the thrill of having power over people. This desire for power was caused by her inferiority complex which was born from her past trauma. She had bright bleached blonde hair, though it had a unkempt look. Despite her having all of the cleaning facilities she needed, she seldom used them.

Leila was the oldest daughter of Derek and Diane, aging in at around 19. She was a amalgamation of the two. She had the arrogance and demeanour of her father with her mothers intrinsic need to feel better than those who were even clearly beneath her. Though she doesn't follow in her mothers profession, she would never lower herself down to that level where she would give herself to peasants for a cheap price.

Nocere was the youngest daughter of the family, she was two years younger than Brecon, making her 13. She had a frail physique and had natural blonde hair. She was the pinnacle of innocence, she had no real grasp on money or wealth classes due to her incredibly sheltered upbringing. Of the family opposite Brecon, she was the only one who n would properly interact with him. She tried becoming friends multiple times with Brecon, however, her parents forbade it. The reason was obvious to all but her -they were simply too far apart in society. This was blatantly clear to Brecon, being aware of this he also tried to avoid her to some extent.

The tipping point for Brecon, the event which led to him currently gripping this razor blade, was caused by Nocere.

A few hours before Brecon was sat here with a razor blade, he was outside in the street. He had just come from watching Diane in an alleyway, she was with a few men from the village. Brecon was watching from some bushes.

She was wearing her a pretty standard outfit for her. She wore a bright pink neon dress. The dress was too short at both ends, likely due to the size of her breasts and ass. The neon pink dress had clearly been worn many times before, though it seemed to have been washed less than that. It had clear semen stains all over it and was torn in multiple places, this paired with the smell emanating from it made it clear what her professions was.

The size of the dress made it so that her bra and panties were both on display. She wasn't wearing a matching set, her bra was black witH a lace design on it, hit had purple trimmings around the edges and was making her breasts seem even larger than they already were. The cups of the bra were slightly swelled, this might lead some people to think that her nipples were erect, but those who had seen her enough were sure that the cause was the seen which she often enjoys storing in them. It had been a weird hobby of hers for as long as she can remember to store cum in her undergarments, and today was no exception.

Her panties were a leopard print thong, those too were clearly seeping with semen. If you looked close enough you could see her pussy hairs sticking out either side of the panties. Her pussies imprint on the panties was made clearer by the semen, you could easily make out how her pussy was constantly gaping due to how she had likely only recently had a group of men inside of her.

As the current group of men surrounded her she laid on the floor of the dirt covered alleyway and spread her legs in the sky. Due to her lack of footwear, the soles of her feet were caked in dirt. But the men around her didn't care, with no delay they instantly pulled off her panties and started using her body. All of the men possessed either strikingly fat or strikingly skinny body types, none of the men had a normal physique.

As he rammed his penis in her she let out a squeal and the man then proceed to fuck her like a rabid dog. Both of them were panting and going at it like there was no tomorrow. The other men didn't hesitate to get involved too, one of the men pushed her onto the side and claimed her asshole whilst the other was still using her pussy. This sensation of having to men in her at once wasn't new to Diane, though she still made the same panting dog face. Though, that face didn't stay the same for long as another one of the men grabbed her face and forced her mouth down to the base of his cock.

Diane had no control over her body, everyone of her holes had been filled by en she had only just met, and she loved it. She was managing to moan even when her throat was being used by a homeless mans penis. Her entire body was being taken.

After a few minutes the man in her pussy came, filling her with cum. As he pulled his penis out a tsunami of semen ensued, however it was clearly not just his. The semen from countless other men which was inside of her had released from her body at the same time. Another guy then started using her pussy instantly after, causing her legs to shake as she orgasms and squirms, her body trying to resist the men however failing due to her lack of control of her limbs. Not long after, the man using her throat came in her mouth, causing her to cough up and choke on his semen. As he retracted his penis she remained coughing, trying to remove the semen from the back of throat, however, she had another man take territory of her mouth before finishing. This lead to her coughing up and regaining her gag reflex which she thought she had lost many years ago. As she was coughing up on his cock the one using her ass finished, after pulling out her asshole prolapsed, it wasn't long before another man went in and took his turn.

This proceeded for over an hour, after the man who was using her mouth came she refused the next one who was preparing to use her mouth.

Diane: *her body writhes in pleasure as she tries to speak* Heyyuhhh… oh… wait… I'm gonna need to go… ohhh… yes fuck…. In a moment i need to go, so after arghh… fuck… cum inside *she tries to speak but she can't form words properly due to the pleasure* After these guys finish…. I'll….

The guys who were fucking her ass and pussy both fill her with cum simultaneously, resulting in her pussy squirting and her body trembling. A few men then try to use her pussy after the men pull out but Diane stops them.

Diane: As i was saying, i need to go in a moment, so all of the rest of you will just have to cum on my body okay, I'm having no one else inside me for the rest of the day.

The crowd which has now grown to around 30 men all audibly sigh disappointedly. Brecon who was watching from a vantage point in a bush starts preparing to head home.

As Diane gets her clothes back on the men rub their penises against her body as they cum, covering her and her clothes. After she gets her small dress on she gets the rest of the guys to cum in her panties and then calls it a day. As the men walk away she starts to pee to avoid any urinary infections, she leaves her panties on which leads to a mix of pee and semen to come dripping through her panties as she walks.

Once she had left Brecon made his escape from the bushes and headed home. A few minutes after he returned home he was simply sitting outside his abode thinking about nothing when Nocere ran from across the street to talk to him. She had no bad intentions, but the conversation that insued lead to Brecon reaching his breaking point.

Nocere: I over hear my mommy talking about the villagers here, is it really true that you guys have no rods?

Brecon: *Brecon couldn't help but chuckle at this, amused how detached she was from reality* Yes, I have no rods and neither does anyone in this village, apart from you guys of course.

Nocere: Then… how do you clean yourself, and have fun with the rods?

Brecon: To answer your first question, just look at me. You should be able to find your answer there. *He moved his hands away from his body, emphasising his shabby condition*. And then to answer your second query, simply don't.

Nocere: If you don't have rods, money or anything like that, what do you do?

Brecon: Pretty much nothing, i try to search for food amongst the floor however i am often unsucccessful, as you can probably tell from my physique. My life isn't to action packed *he let out a pitiful self depravating laugh*.

Nocere: Really? I can't imagine living like that, what's the poin in living if its like that?

What was meant as a genuine questions from Nocere gave Brecon a harsh realisation. His entire life he had done nothing with himself, his life held no real purpose. He had no family, no friends, no commitments, no desires, and no real reason for living. After coming to this revelation the events of the next few hours were a blur, he was living on autopilot whilst his brain battled with thoughts which lead him to his current predicament. His brain lost those battles.

Brecon: Three… Two… *After what felt like the longest second had past, he finally reache his final number* … One.

With a quick slice he slashed towards the veins in his wrist, blood splattered in the close proximity, some of the blood which landed on his face were washed away by his silent tears as his life force quickly drained and his body began to fall. As he fell the razor dropped out of his hand, whilst the keepsake in his other hand glowed green for the first time.

After what felt like less than a second, he awoke anew in an unfamiliar body. To his surprise, this wasn't the end.