Blocked again

Mrs. Wentworth cooed softly as she felt up John’s cock through his pants. John, having only ever had his own hand around his cock, was putty in her hands, unable to form a coherent thought to push his teacher away.

Then Mrs. Wentworth felt something pull at her consciousness that seemed to come from John. She lept back so quickly that to John it felt that one moment she was caressing him, and the next she was just gone. Lack of sensation caused him to groan in frustration at the loss of his teacher’s touch. “What happened while you were in their barrier?” she demanded to know harshly.

It took John several minutes to collect himself enough to think of an answer. Once the fires of lust had been banked, John explained, as best as he was able, what exactly happened while he was inside the barrier.

Mrs. Wentworth listened to his explanation with an enigmatic look upon her face, making it difficult for John to tell what she was thinking. When he was done, she finally spoke up. “It sounds like you might have the taint of an outsider on you. Did they do anything to try and purify you before they threw you out of their compound?” Mrs. Wentworth asked, frowning deeply when John shook his head. “It looks like your special education will have to wait then,” she said, stressing the words special education to mean something else entirely, “First thing we need to do is cleaznse you of the outsider’s taint.”

“How are we going to do that?” John asked, nerves causing his voice to tremble slightly as various images filled his mind. That the images were not pleasant would be an understatement.

“No need to look so nervous Mr. Newman,” Mrs. Wentworth teased as she brought forth a bluish looking crystal and raised it above her head. A brilliant light flashed out, so bright that it blinded John for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, the barrier had changed. Now they appeared to be outside a castle. John looked around but it was hard to see what was around the castle as it was night time.

“This way, Mr. Newman,” Mrs. Wentworth directed as she led the way into the castle, expecting him to follow. John followed as instructed, his head swivelling back and forth as he looked at the architecture of the castle. John had never been in a real castle before, and this one felt like it was directly out of the middle ages. “Quickly now, Mr. Newman,” his teacher called out as John started to lag behind.

John hurried to catch up to Mrs. Wentworth as she opened a door leading deeper into the castle and down a wide spiral staircase. The pair continued to walk down the staircase for what felt like several stories. As they walked John noticed that despite the fact that there was neither torches nor lights, of any kind, the actual level of visibility never seemed to change. John used Observe trying to figure out how it was done, but the only thing that ever showed any information was Mrs. Wentworth herself.

The stairs ended rather abruptly at an iron wrought door with gold and silver inlays. “Inside is where we will be able to remove the taint of the Outsider that still remains on you from your encounter,” Mrs. Wentworth explained, “But first you will need to strip out of those clothes.”

John grudgingly stripped out of his clothes and set them to the side. “Underwear too, Mr. Newman,” Mrs. Wentworth teased before looking away, as if to give John the semblance of privacy. John quickly divested himself of his underwear, his hands now being used to cover his cock. “Now, if you would be so kind as to walk through this door, we can get you squared away,” Mrs. Wentworth said as she opened the door.

The inside of the room was suspiciously dark, especially considering the fact that the stairwell had been consistently well lit. There was a loud thud as the door shut behind him, leaving him alone in the pitch black room. So dark was it that he couldn't be sure which way he had come from to try and beat on the door to get out.

Suddenly, a small light shone from the center of the room. John turned towards the light with trepidation, not knowing what to expect. Whatever he had been expecting, it was most certainly not a pair of cats. One of which seemed to be glowing, while the other seemed to absorb the light that was given off.

John used Observe on the cats to try and get a better idea of what was going on.

Alma Sonriente
Spirit of Light
Level: ???
HP: ???
MP: ???
RP: 0 (You really expect to have any kind of relationship with a cat? You are lucky this thing isn't tearing your throat out already.)

Grimalkin
Spirit of Darkness
Level: ???
HP: ???
MP: ???
RP: 0 (Did you expect anything different with this cat?)

The cat that was giving off the light spoke first. “So you are the one that she called us here to purify,” Alma Sonriente stated, as Grimalkin stood and approached him. The black cat sniffed at him then sneezed.

“Gaia personally saved this one sister,” Grimalkin explained, “If mother thinks it is that valuable, we should at least do our part in purifying it.” Grimalkin’s voice was just the tiniest bit deeper than Alma’s had been.

Alma pranced over to her brother before winding herself around John’s feet. A soft purr could be heard from the light spirit as she felt the touch of Gaia on John. “Indeed. It is the least we could do for her, brother,” she stated before she rubbed against Grimalkin, which in turn caused him to purr.