Freedom

Gabriela ran for as long as she could. She stopped to catch her breath and started to run again. When she stopped, she found herself growing aroused by the people walking by her and staring at her. Her mind conjured images of them in sexual positions. A voice in her head would speak of corrupting them and transforming them into wanton harlots, or say how she could not trust them and should run more. The fact that she was hearing the voice spurred her to run. Gabriela said a prayer and started running again. She had no idea where she was running to. She only knew she needed to put as much distance between her and the college as possible. Only then would she be rid of the voice and sexual temptation. She was sure of it.

At one point she found herself passing out in an alley way. As she slept, the idol imprinted various desires and needs on her psyche and eroded many of her morals. It nurtured her desire to help people find religion. But it eroded her love of her own god. It brought fourth all her doubts over the years and the various scriptures that she often overlooked as she did not like them. It plagued her dreams with sex and how she instigated it. Her mind resisted a fair amount of this even in her current state. But still the idol had made changes to her mind that would take time to grow and develop in her conscious state.

When she woke back up, it was early afternoon. Wasting no time she began moving as quickly as possible again. By late afternoon, she found herself in Lion’s park near the homeless camp. She was finally feeling normal again although very exhausted, hungry, and thirsty. She took a seat on a bench and rested. As she did several homeless people walked by and stopped. One asked if she was OK. Gabriela began to stand up, only to fall to the ground **** from everything that she had gone through.

Over the next day, she was plagued by the idol’s influence and awoke occasionally to see various people milling around her before she passed out again. When she finally awoke for good, she she was under a tent covered with a thin blanket. She had on different clothes and several makeshift bandages. As she glanced around she saw an unopened bottle of water next to her. Dying of thirst, she grabbed it an chugged it down. As she did, a older women in ragged clothes came into the tent. Gabriela could clearly tell she was homeless.

She smiled at Gabriela and said in a soft voice, “Oh good, your awake. We were beginning to worry that we may need to call an ambulance. I apologize that we didn’t, but that also brings the cops and many of us don’t like the cops. We bandaged you up as best we could and gave you some new clothes we got from a local center. We tried to clean your wounds as be...”

Gabriela struggled to sit up as the woman rambled on. Her body felt sore all over. She could feel how she still needed more water and food, but she was more concerned with who this woman was and where she was at. Gabriela flatly asked as best she could with her hoarse mouth, “Who are you...and where am I.”

The woman’s eyes grew large as she realized she had not stated her name, “Oh I am sorry. My names is Agatha, Agatha Dargensten. You are in Lion’s Park in my tent. Do you remember how you got here or rather what in the world happen to you?”

Gabriela looked down towards her lap and tried to remember what happened. Images flooded her mind. Images of orgies and mythical creatures. Things that could not possible be real. She also remembered jumping through a window and running and running. She had been at college. There was some strange party in her building. Most of the building had been sucked into the strange sexual party. Even her best friends, Mia, Emma, and Lily ended up a part of it. Gabriela’s mind began to swim with images from the building even ones that she had not personally scene.

The idol fed image after image into her mind to help speed up the changes it had made to her psyche. Gabriela felt herself growing aroused. She did not feel disgusted like usually did and gave it no thought as she remembered the bacchanal. A small part of her knew this wrong but she felt desire building inside. She looked at the woman that was sitting next to her. With her mind almost on autopilot she stated, “I remember someone trying to **** me and running for my life. I need some more water, please.”

Gabriela watched as Agatha turned away and started rummaging through the garbage bag she brought in with her. Gabriela noticed Agatha’s breasts and thought to herself that they would be vary nice to suckle. As soon as she thought it, its struck her how odd the thought was for her. She felt her pussy grow damp as she imagined pushing the woman down to the ground and pulling all her clothes off. Gabriela froze as she realized how unlike her her these thoughts were. She began to pray to herself and stopped. Why was she praying to a god that had never done a thing for her in her life and had so many beliefs that she could not abide by. There was nothing wrong with a woman loving another woman. Her best friend Mia was gay. She liked a good dick as much as the next woman but preferred the company of other females.

Gabriela froze as Agatha handed her another bottle of water. These were not her thoughts, were they. Had she hit her head at some point. The thoughts felt foreign and wrong but at the same time felt right and made sense. Gabriela opened the bottle and took a drink. Agatha handed her bowl of luke warm chicken casserole. As Gabriela looked at it, she realized how hungry she was. Without thinking she took the bowl and picked up what she could with her fingers not waiting for Agatha to hand her a plastic spoon. Agatha smiled before saying, “Yeah, been there to. I’ll be right back.”