Ro3: Corruption

Ecstasy. Purpose Acceptance Certainty

She was suffused with it. They struggled but they knew nothing of what they struggled against. She was giving them a great gift and yet they spurned it. To be one…to be completely one with the Black Man, that was a boon that Cleeia sought with every iota of her being. One that was denied to her due to the teeming masses that turned their backs on him. She allowed her sudden fury to float away as she lost herself within the steady rhythm of his chanting followers.

With her mind free of strife, she brought the stone down. She gasped in climax as the skull cracked before moving to the weeping wailing ingrate. Again she paused, finding perfect contentment within his embrace. Then she lifted the stone high as the chant once again came to a crescendo.

Clee-Jim woke with a start, gasping for breath the vivid dream still heavy within his mind. The horror of it gripped him now though experiencing it had been anything but horrific. She’d enjoyed it! Every single aching moment. That voice in the back of her head returned full **** as she shamefully noted the moisture between her legs and the ridiculously hard state of her nipples despite the relative warmth of the basement. slut perverted SLUT Honestly, she couldn’t even argue. How could she have gotten off on that.

The shadows parted to reveal the now horribly familiar form of Nepea, the inky black curtain having somehow became even darker since last he’d been conscious. Her beautiful voice had a twing of something otherworldly to it now and it made her cringe against her will, “Well Cleeia did you enjoy your nap?”

Jim remained stubbornly silent, refusing to answer to that name. She gasped as two of Nepea’s fingers penetrated her wet snatch, “It certainly seems that you did.”

When she continued to hold her tongue Nepea made a soft mewling noise, “Come now. I know that curious mind of yours has sooo many questions…” She worked her fingers, curling them occasionally and dragging her nails across Jim’s g-spot, forcing a ragged moan from her throat. She brought her other hand into play, gently rolling the engorged clit between two fingers as her other hand pumped in and out slowly. Jim’s softly curved hips rolled and jerked despite her attempts to still them. Finally she could take no more and cried out, “Fine! Why’d you summon that freak into Rick?!”

Nepea’s movements paused though her fingers remained inside as she tilted her head, “My… you are a bright one to have picked up on it so quickly. Indeed, just thinking about my lovely Cleeia brings her ever more into focus. But you know how hard it is not to think about a purple elephant?” She giggled though the sound twisted into something dark, inhuman, and utterly incomprehensible towards the end. “But I see no reason not to share with my most favored acolyte, so… Puck is not nearly so clever as he likes to think. I do not intend to sacrifice either of my daughters. That Pollux-Troy vertice is not nearly abundant enough for my purposes. Human souls even heroic ones are too ephemeral to wake the world to my liking. No, for that I need a being that….if not on my level resides somewhere within the ballpark, capiche?”

Jim gritted her teeth around the once again pulsing fingertips, “Puck’s the sacrifice? You’re going to kill Rick?”

“Listen to Cleeia. No one dies. All are gathered to my bosom for forever more. And what a lovely bosom, don’t you think?” Jim gained a respite from her questing fingers as she retrieved them to heft her admit tingly gorgeous breasts. As Jim appreciated them despite herself, she couldn’t help but notice that Nepea’s skin tone seemed to have darkened to something greater than a tan could provide.

“As you wish mistress, but oh gawd! Whatever will hold my dildo in place?” Taylor replied with a wink.

“I’d say that muscular pussy of yours…” replied Shannon, trailing off as she noticed something sticking out of her discarded skirt. Bending down she picked it out, suddenly remembering the business card that Summer had given her. As she straightened and smoothed it out, Taylor was saying, “Yea. And just think what I can do with it on your….mistress?”

Shannon sat back down on the bed as she stared at the words beautifully embossed within the card’s center: Nepea T Lothry What had this been doing in her kitchen? Crumpled up on the floor no less? Had Jim had it? Had he discarded it carelessly having decided Nepea was no longer an issue? She hoped that was the case but she was suspicious. Ignoring one’s instincts was a quick road to **** in stories like these… Was Nepea here? Had something happened to Jim? Suddenly, Taylor’s efforts at improving her mood were entirely swept aside.

The change in Shannon’s demeanor wasn’t lost on her **** and Taylor spoke up once again, “What is it, Mistress?”

Shannon sighed. She’d changed Taylor in order to fight Nepea. It was foolish not to tell her what was really going on. So she **** aside her **** and launched into as brief an explanation as possible without leaving too much out.

Several minutes later she was wrapping it up as she held up the card for Taylor to see, “….so either this Nepea T Lothry is either on her way here or maybe she’d already here hidden away or something. In any event, we’ve got major problems and as much as I’d like to just part-ay, I really can’t.”

Taylor had knelt upon the floor towards the beginning of the account and had listened with rapt attention with none of her usual blasé attitude, never once scoffing at any of the frankly fantastical elements of Shannon’s tale. She continued her silence for a moment as she stared at the card, her brows furrowing in an absurdly cute manner, “Mistress, not to contradict you but this unworthy **** doesn’t see the same name that you do on that card.”

“Huh?” Shannon flipped it around to see Nepea’s name, “Are you sure? And…uh? That’s all? You have no issues with what I just told you? Seriously? Magical rings don’t faze you?”

“None. I believe you. And um… I’m not exactly unfamiliar with the supernatural, ya know?”

Shannon blinked. Of course. She was mystically enhanced after all. There was probably a lot more to her ‘training’ than her brief explanation had described. Shannon would have to get a more thorough accounting later, right now… “What do you see on the card?”

“Er…can’t actually pronounce it. Looks Egyptian, has a ‘tep at the end.”

Shannon got up and snatched a pad of paper and a pen from her desk. She offered them to Taylor and asked, “You said something about green lights before?”

Taylor took the items and carefully wrote the word as she replied, “Oh yea! That’s probably what this is. It’s um…in English I guess the ability would be called… Spirit Eyes. It’s all about seeing ‘underneath the underneath’. Anyway, it’s not something I have any control over. It just happens sometimes-mostly just weird symbols I can’t make sense of. Like um we’ve both sort of got this green glaze as sort of an after image when we move.” She waved the pad in the air as she held it out to Shannon, “Kind of pretty but sort of distracting too.

Shannon took the paper and read the word: Nyarlathotep

“Great…so maybe she’s an Egyptian mummy . Let’s hope she doesn’t have Imotep’s skill set. Then again this alphabet soup could mean something completely else….” Shannon pressed her pinky to her lip. Huh…maybe this was her true name? God, could it be so easy? Assuredly not….

“Um maybe she’s a Yokai?”

“What’s that?”

“Well, they’re demons. Powerful malevolent spirits in fleshy forms. Actually, it’s what my clan’s abilities were developed to fight. But the last of them were supposedly sealed away for all time.”

“Excellent. So, if she’s one of these…yokai, then you could kill her?”

Taylor gave Shannon an intense look before reaching behind her and seeming to grasp something on her back. Her arm pulled back extending out straight in another remarkable example of her flexibility. Shannon’s eyes widened as the flash of silvery metal caught her eye. Taylor was pulling a curved blade from her back! Apparently fully retrieving it, she flicked her wrist and the blade danced through the air as she brought it around to her front before laying it upon the carpet before her and bending over it in an assuredly ritualistic pose, “Your enemies’ lives are forfeit by your command, mistress.”

It was a surreal sensation to see a pretty bubbly teenage girl in short shorts and a revealing floral tank top perform such a formal rite but Shannon couldn’t deny the thrill of tantalizing power that ran through her as Taylor once again declared her willingness to kill for Shannon. Immediately after feeling that emotion, she felt an answering pulse of guilt but it was weaker than before. Shannon tried very hard to ignore the tingling in her balls and the way her shaft pushed out a bit from its sheath. Standing up to relieve the sudden cramped sensation in her crotch, she walked around to investigate where the sword had come from.

“So… have you noticed anything else with those Spirit Eyes?” she asked as she appreciated the way this position emphasized her ass. She slipped her hand down to lift Taylor’s shirt, suppressing the familiar intoxicating thrill of touching her **** however and whenever she wanted. Her eyes latched upon the tree that framed the artwork on this side in the foreground, it now bore a long blade shaped scar of Taylor’s unblemished skin. Remarkable….

Taylor remained in her prostrate position, though she wiggled her butt teasingly, “Um…your older sister had the green lights too. Yea, and the ground floor….it was black. I didn’t really pay attention to it. I can see a lot of weird things that don’t ever seem to matter.”

Shannon pulled back and began to pace. With that bit of information, it seemed pretty obvious that the green afterimage was Taylor sensing the ring’s affect upon a person. No…that didn’t make sense. She’d said that Shannon had it too. So that couldn’t be right. But what other connection did Taylor, Joan, and she have that none of the other party goers shared? Wait. She was wearing the ring. That had to be it. If Taylor was sensing the ring’s….er..magic as it were then no doubt the ring itself gave off some sort of aura that she was picking up on. Huh. Mystically Enhanced Ninja was already working out. The ability to detect a changed person would be useful. Perhaps she could even tell how many changes a person had? That would be very useful.

But what about the floor being black? What could that mean? Her thought process was interrupted by Taylor’s hesitant voice, “Mistress?”

“Yea?” she asked absently, forcing the impatience out of her voice.

“You said that ring could change a person just by saying three words.” Her voice became very small but quite clearly hopeful, “Could you change me?”

Shannon’s eyes flashed to the still kneeling girl. Did she want to be free? She immediately felt an onslaught of guilit-“What kind of change, Taylor?”

“I… want you to make me your perfect sex ****…”

Shannon’s eyes flew wide even as she took in the raw emotion in the girl’s voice. She thrust aside her disbelief in favor of the sympathy she felt for her **** and there was no doubt that Taylor was hers. She’d created her with the ring as assuredly as god had supposedly molded Adam and Eve. Shannon ignored the sick thrill of power as knelt down in front of Taylor and cupped the girl’s face in her hands, “You are my perfect…Taylor. I wouldn’t change you for the world.” Shannon noted the hypocrisy even as she quailed at the sudden realization that those words were absolutely true. She didn’t want to change Taylor…back.

Fuck.

Shannon ignored her conscience; instead she pulled the other girl into a passionate embrace, her hands eagerly touching Taylor’s tight body as she shoved her tongue into her mouth. The bitter taste was less strong but at the moment Shannon wouldn’t have cared if the Asian’s mouth had been full of the stuff so furious was her sudden arousal. Her shaft was swelling out of her sheath, aching as it found little room between the two girls’ bodies, Taylor having climbed fully on top of her mistress pushing her back upon the floor.

A familiar voice floated to her ears, “Ohmygod, Taylor you skank!”