Demolition Man: Huxley's Demise

mf, fanfic, commission, necrophilia, cuckolding, cum eating, cuteness


Based on a movie starring Sylvester S. as John Spartan, Sandra B. as Lenina Huxley and Wesley S. as Simon Phoenix.


"Officer Huxley?"


John Spartan was standing in the open door to Lenina Huxley's domicile. He was pressing the bell button for five minutes, but nobody had opened for him. Lenina had to be home, John knew that for sure. The handle turned freely, despite it being tuned to the owner's unique handprint. Cop's instincts were yelling that something was very wrong.


"I knit you a sweater..."


In this strange future thing they called "sex" had changed. No touching was allowed, no exchange of fluids. People used weird headsets that fed sensations directly into their brain. Spartan had tried to coerce Lenina to have the sex the old fashioned way which ended in a disaster. She even had told him to leave her domicile, in a really firm voice. To his defense, after the years in cryosleep he was incredibly horny.


As for proficiency to knit, that was something Spartan had been forcibly taught during his long cryosleep. He did some thinking last night, while he knitted a sweater for Huxley. Spartan had come to conclusion that he had to come over today to apologise.


Spartan closed the door behind. Quietly stepping on the soft carpet, he entered the living room, spacious, adorned with XX century memorabilia, which Lenina was a fan of. The sweater fell from his hand. Officer Huxley was sitting on the floor with her back at the wall. She was dressed in her house dress - a loose white linen shirt. It was bunched at her thighs, leaving her bare legs and feet uncovered. Lenina's head was hung down, her straight black hair covering her face. Her hands were resting limply at her sides.


John Spartan had a bad premonition. He had seen a lot of crime scenes in his past life and this looked bad. Still, while he approached the body, he couldn't evade a thought about how cute Lenina's feet were. Her feet were small, with round little toes, there were no calluses or even wrinkles on her lightly pink soles, as if Lenina had never stepped on them. Her legs were smooth. The people in the future - now the present - really knew how to take care of their bodies. He tried to excise the thoughts of his boner that already started to somewhat inconvenience him.


Spartan kneeled and lifted Lenina's head in his hands. His first impression was right. Officer Huxley was dead. Her eyes stared unfocused, her mouth was slightly ajar. He hadn't known Lenina for long but she was the closest person in San Angeles he had ever had.


Spartan gently brushed her hair back. Lenina had a litle red dot on her temple, as if left by a bee sting. The sex headset was laying nearby on the carpet. He let her head hang down again. The scene had come together in Spartan's mind. Yesterday Lenina had put the sex headset on, then somehow it had sent a deadly signal to her brain that killed her. He hoped her death was painless and instant.


Only one man in the present could have done this: Simon Pheonix. Nobody could stop the most violent criminal of the old world, who just like Spartan was unfrozen from his cryosleep. Simon had learned computer hacking during his sleep - he had the skills to hack the sex headset. But why? Just for fun?


Spartan looked down. The meeting point, where Lenina's round thighs were coming together, was hidden under the folds of the linen shirt. He slowly lifted the shirt. She was sitting flat on the ground, wearing nothing underneath. There was a fold on her skin across her navel, and her pose made her normally flat belly have a slight bulge. Her crotch was shaved smooth - or whatever improved ways the future society had to get rid of unwanted hair. Lenina's pussy was not visible from the top, just a dip where her pussy lips started, in the middle of which there was a little bump of her clitoral hood. Her skin was fresh and youthful, as could be expected from a woman who had always had a healthy lifestyle, which included never having an "old-fashioned" sex.


A little drop of white on the carpet glinted under Lenina's pussy. Following a strange premonition, Spartan touched her slightly bulging belly with his fingers. He pressed the supple skin.


"Plop!"


Lenina's pussy spat a blob of white ooze.


"Plop, plop, plop!"


More thick, white goo escaped from Lenina's pussy and pooled on the carpet between her thighs. She had been fucked - maybe before, maybe after, or maybe during her death.


Simon had quite sick sense of humor. He would kill Lenina right after the night she and Spartan had tried to make love, as a cruel joke. Simon would desecrate her by filling her with his cum just show Spartan that he had taken what his rival wanted. A word which likely wasn't in the vocabularies of the sexless future people came to mind. Spartan was cucked! Cucked by Simon, and in such a cruel way too!


"Fuck!" Spartan screamed.


Immediately the swearword catcher printed a citation. Spartan didn't pay attention to the annoying box in the far end of the room. All he could think about was Simon's big cock penetrating Lenina's pussy. Probably he fucked her right here - propped at the wall, her legs thrashing in futile attempts to get away from the black cock, feeling it pump cum inside her for the first time of her life. Spartan grabbed his dick, and it was rock hard. Cucked by Simon! That was so humiliating and so hot at the same time.


He grabbed Lenina by armpits and lifted her up. Her hair swung down, touching his face. Spartan looked into her dead eyes. By killing officer Huxley Simon had made him ultimate cuckold. Spartan dropped the body on the bed. Angrily he raised the edge of the shirt again, then lifted up her thighs to take a better look. Lenina's crotch was glazed in shiny white cum. It glinted seductively, highlighting the folds of Lenina's innocent pussy. From the entrance a big, tasty drop of white ooze trickled down between her buttcheeks.


Spartan followed his instincts. He pressed his face at Lenina's cum soaked pussy and started licking Simon's salty cum. He had to clean it up, to purify poor Lenina's dead body. Spartan's tongue scooped all the remaining jizz from the inside of the pussy cave. Outside, the cum had streamed inside every crevice, and he had to make sure nothing was left on Lenina's body. He lifted her clit hood with one finger and sucked the clit clean. Then his tongue wiped behind and around every fold of her pussy. Finally, he cleaned the area around the pussy, licking up every scattered drop of Simon's cum. After turning Lenina's body to the side, Spartan licked away the stray white drop that had run towards her butthole. Then he tooka a deep breath.


Spartan took a step back. Officer Lenina Huxley wasn't defiled anymore. Area around her smooth crotch was shiny from his saliva. Spartan lifted her shirt higher, uncovering her nice and round boobs, the boobs that had not been touched by a man. Except that immediately Spartan imagined Simon's big black cock rubbing onto Lenina's boobs, her nipples giving way to the big brown cockhead, and he wanted to howl. He lay on his belly next to Lenina and started kissing and licking her boobs, his mind still occupied by the arousing image of Simon Pheonix using her body as his fucktoy. Spartan gathered her bedsheets and wrapped them around his dick, because he didn't want to taint Lenina's body like his rival had done.


Spartan came into the bedsheets, ejaculating all the cum he had accumulated during the long years of abstinence. Then he lay with his head on Lenina's unbreathing chest, thinking about his revenge. Simon Pheonix had won this battle, but he hadn't won the war. From this moment it was personal for John Spartan.


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