Ro3: In Which Pronouns Become Difficult

It was all Jim could do not to kick in the door like a bad-ass. The witch-bitch was dead and he was about to save the girl, all in a day's work. Not smashing through the front entry wound up being a good decision, the party he'd almost forgotten about in his rush was well underway and there's no worse way to make an impression than breaking something.

Walking a mile above ground he worked the room against a sea of pounding bass. He was at his best with jovial introductions, a wink here in there, even going so far as to slap a woman on the ass eliciting an excited squeal, all the while working his way towards Shannon by the staircase.

“Shenanigans! How are things on the homefront?” He asked.

Shannon's eyes narrowed at the mention of her nickname, she even refused to make eye contact with him, instead her eyes darted about the room nervously. “You of all people should know James. What took you so long?”

“You need to learn to relax Shenanigans! Especially since we don't have to worry about that Napea chick any more.”

She was willing to look at him for that one, “What!? Don't tell me you--”

“Silver knife. Through the heart. Game over, humans win.” Jim explained, counting on the music to cover up his **** confession. No, not ****. Exorcism.

“James! That's great! So all we have to do is... Wait.”

Jim hadn't seen that one coming, “All we have to do is wait?”

Shannon shook her head, and then placed her pinky against her lips. Jim felt an unpleasant stirring in his loins, he considered that to be Sharon's most adorable mannerism, but seeing it on Shenanigans was always bizzare. “I just remembered something. Suzanne has an anklet now, and it looks old. It might be our villainess.”

“Can't be, I saw her go down with my own two eyes,” Jim assured her. He wondered how they could be twins, Sharon was never wound up this tight. “For all we know it could be one of Suzanne's trinkets, old women pick up a lot of bling over time.”

“No, this one was different...” She leaned in close, “James, it made her pregnant. Really pregnant. Alien Three, Ripley infested with the queen pregnant.”

Jim didn't know how to make sense of that last one, but he got a gist of what she was saying. “Do you know it's the anklet, or could it be something from the ring? I mean, I got the idea that there's been a lot of irresponsible magic use going on in this house.”

“Oh, like you're one to talk.”

“Look, I'm not saying that we shouldn't be careful, just that... Well, no. That's exactly what I'm saying! She's dead Sharron!” He probably emphasized that last part too strongly, a couple of ladies looked over in their direction. He laughed awkwardly and waved. They rolled their eyes and went back to their coolers.

Shannon stepped in close and whispered menacingly into his ear, “Alright fine. If you and your ego want to believe you've fixed everything with your fucking butter knife then that's on you. As for me and my brain? I'm going to check on your girlfriend and Suzanne and try to figure out if we're really out of the woods. If you want to come, you're welcome to join me. Otherwise you can go ahead and piss right off.”

With that she stormed up the stairs. Jim adjusted his collar and calmed himself down. As much as he wanted to go upstairs and use that ring to help save Sharon he didn't exactly want to risk incurring any more of Shannon's wrath. Sometimes he worried about what he might wind up marrying into some day, not today though. Running on a high like his he had only one concern; “Does anyone know where a guy can get some brewskis around here?”

After being informed by a couple of drunk chicks from Sharron's fancy-pants prep school that there was plenty to drink in the cooler that had been dragged into the room but that the beer was still in the fridge Jim set off on his new quest: To get totally hammered!

The chill air of the refridgerator wafted soothingly across his body, feeling all the sweeter for the elixir he was about to imbibe. The only question was which one to choose...

“Better get a light beer, you can't stand to pack on a few more pounds.”

Jim spun around to face the source of the voice, he came face to face with a ghost.

“Hello James,” Napea said with a smile. As suddenly as she had arrived she slugged him in the solar plexis and Jim crumpled to the ground, completely winded. Her relatively thin arms completely belied the strength of the blow, Jim had been beaten up countless times by football players but none of them had been capable of throwing a punch half that strong. “I must apologize for the inelegance of this ****, but I think we can both agree that turnabout is fair play.” As she spoke she procured a bottle of beer and swung it downwards against the back of his head. One stray thought occurred to him as he was swallowed up by the darkness, 'Funny, that didn't feel light.'

Even when Jim finally stirred he was still in the dark. His arms were pointed skyward with rope tied firmly around his wrists. His wrists themselves were particularly sore as they were now supporting a good deal of his weight, his feet were just barely touching the floor. As far as he could tell he had been stripped naked while he was out since the only weight he felt on his body was a heavy metal bangle on his left arm and a strong downward **** on his chest from his... Two. Firm. Breasts.

Jim opened his mouth to scream, becoming even more terrified when he heard how high pitched his voice had become. He shrieked and shrieked for help, but it was hopeless. The unrelenting pounding of extremely loud music from upstairs effectively ruined any chance he might have at being heard. He gave up on screaming and just allowed himself to panic. He rubbed his smooth thighs together and confirmed what he already knew to be true. His cock was gone, replaced with a brand new glistening vagina. He was... A she.

She struggled against her bonds, noticing for the first time how dainty her hands had become. Again she met a dead end, whoever had secured her bindings had obviously had a lot of practice.

Eventually she became aware of movement, and tried squinting into the darkness. There was someone else here, tied to a table, but it looked as though he was strapped down himself, but that hadn't been what had garnered Jim's attention. She was sure there had been some kind of movement, an abnormal twisting of the shadows that—Suddenly two enormous breasts were pressed against her back, as well as the chill touch of some kind of metal. Hands as well, questing along her body, starting from her neck, then fingertips trailing down, an experimental cupping of her breasts and suddenly down to her pussy. She squirmed ineffectually, freedom of movement wasn't exactly high in supply for her at the moment. As unbidden as an erection she felt the fluids begin to gather between her legs even in the face of her disgust at what she had become and what was happening to her.

“Perfect,” came Napea's voice from beside her ear. Her voice made her quake in fear and... Surely not arousal?

“Wh-what are you d-doing?” She asked the unseen woman, her voice fair enough her words could have come from a princess.

“I've already told you girl, turnabout is fair play.” One of the hands retreated and returned with a dagger, Jim couldn't make out the details in the dark but noted that it had an especially long hilt. Feeling the cold steel against her neck she swallowed, hard. “Blood for blood. You drew mine with that knife of yours, and it just so happens I need the blood of a virgin woman.”

Jim's face was suddenly alight with hope, “But I'm not a virgin! So we'll let this whole thing slide, you can let me live and then--”

“Oh, I have no doubt you often plunged the depths of Sharon's passage. This passage, on the other hand,” she said as she moved the pommel of the dagger to rest against Jim's mons, “has yet to be be explored.”

Tears streamed freely from her eyes. “Please...” She begged in a quivering feminine alto, “Please don't kill me...”

“Fear not, my precious girl. I need not much blood, however the source is very specific.”

Jim let out a wince that turned into a shriek that turned into a moan as Napea thrust the hilt of the dagger far up between Jim's legs. She wasn't especially well lubricated, but the strength with which Napea **** the hilt up inside of her more than made up for that. Jim shook back and forth, swinging her feet along the ground against the alien feeling of having something **** inside of her. She really didn't have anything to compare it to, nerves pulsed from her crotch lighting up her pleasure centres even as she feeling of being invaded so intimately made her feel sick to her stomach. It was cold and hard and wonderful and wrong.

The hilt met some resistance inside of her, so Jim attempted to clamp her thighs down around the chill phallus, pulling away when the sharp blade threatened to pierce her flesh. Still, she wouldn't be safe from pain. With her gripping thighs safely out of the way Napea was free to make the final push beyond Jim's hymen. There was a quick sharp impossible to label pain, the closest Jim could come to understanding the feeling was imagining that Napea were rubbing sandpaper inside of her until she broke through Jim's last internal defence.

Napea withdrew the hilt from Jim's body, as her virginal blood ran down the dagger's length.

The exotic woman stepped in front of a panting Jim, where she traced the blade of the dagger in a wide circle around her. For the first time Jim saw her naked, save for the heaps of gold draped liberally about her neck, arms and legs. The chain connecting her nipples danced hypnotically ash she slowly spun about.

Napea gathered up a drop of Jim's cherry juice and touched herself just above her heart. Her fingertip drew dark red paths along the entire length of her body, tracing over top of her arteries. The red paths that followed along her guiding finger were far too long to have come from a litre of blood, let alone the single drop she had gathered from the dagger, and yet she drew on. It were as though she were tattooing herself in a palette of red.

When finally she was finished she turned to face Jim and... Smiled. Or so Jim thought. The darkness made it difficult to say for certain, but the dark shapes over Napea's face seemed to form an impossibly wide grin.

*written by FK