Into slimy depths

Behind the door, Lucy found yet another descent. This one was a tight and twisting staircase that looked to curl its way back under the room she was currently in. Drumming up all her own courage and curiosity, the small creature set her bare feet to the steps. It wasn’t as if exploring strange new places was new to her; out in the city every night might involve a new stretch of spelunking… finding some alcove to curl up in or other opportunity. It was a neat trick to win yourself a warm bed for the night: by tapping on some random window you could see a lone slumberer beyond. As long as you let them have a bit of fun for an hour, they'd usually let you stay until morning. 'Drop in girls' they were called… an ever-growing collective.

Now she had some semblance of sanctuary and security though, the urchin didn't want to risk it over something so silly as going somewhere she shouldn't. It was just… her heart and soul had never been able to shut out the itch of any intrigue. She needed to know what went on in this strange place. Needed to see all the facets of its hive-like complex. Perhaps it was a direct result of her tumultuous life so far, to not feel content until she had checked under every stone.

The staircase indeed coiled itself around the underside of where she had just been… and revealed a little about the plumbing of that central funnel. A glass and brass tube led vertically downward from that entrance, smeared slightly in rainbow patterns from whatever fluid they had used to rinse down the more man-made substance. Further down, this was joined by several others, presumably from funnels of their own. Lucy paused, for a second, to watch a new deposit slither down one of these then combine with the main thoroughfare. Clearly it was all being painstakingly gathered somewhere… but where? And for what purpose?!

The answers came soon enough. At the bottom of the stairs the tube ran into some great, gleaming metallic contraption which made all manner of gurgling, slurping noises. It had four large tanks extruding from its main body, in which the viscous jizm was presumably being stored and stirred, and was covered in all manner of screens and buttons. Yet this was clearly not the end of the collected man-cream’s journey… for another pipe led onward and another creaking door beckoned.

Lucy now wondered just how far underground she was… and just how much human ejaculate was being harvested by devoted hands and mouths, each and every day… all to wind up down here. She’d seen at least seven choirs of ‘angels’ leave the cathedral, every morning and afternoon. Two shifts of cocksuckers, lining up along busy boulevards. It was a massive undertaking, above and beyond the rooms upon rooms of religious whoring that took place within the building itself. All ending up in this oddly alive-sounding machine and its shiny silver tanks.

The streetrat turned broom-wielder couldn’t hold back any longer, she had to know what it was all for. Where this final door led, in the depths of the earth. She grasped its simple handle… and pushed her way through, making as little noise as she possibly could.

What opened up before her was a wide, echoing space stratified around its edges by many thick columns. These side areas of the room seemed bathed in shapes and shadows, but that was only because the central area was so clear and bright. Its floor gave way immediately to an expansive circular divet, a pool of glistening whiteness rimmed with a thousand sparkling lights. Wisps of steam seemed to drift across this in errant rolls and whirls, like clouds kept tame and nurtured within this lowered pen in the floor. While from the centre of all this emerged a gigantic, golden statue that seemed to depict nothing but a mass of roiling bodies. Each one a perfectly depicted human figure, embroiled in the absolute throes of ecstasy as they intertwined with every other carved character, male or female.

Lucy took several steps forward, just from pure wonder. The place looked so magnificent and serene that it could almost be a bathhouse in heaven. It was only when she’d got that little bit nearer though… that she spotted movement within the pool. Shapes moved amongst the liquid, above and below the surface. Sliding languidly across its width, or lounging idly against its sides. Oily, glistening skin and matted, yet silky hair the only clues she had to their actual physicalities.