Forced Changes Ch. 06

After a minute or two, I was pleased that she'd stopped crying. She pulled back and met my eyes.

I had to fight from flinching.

She had the same icy grey eyes that my abductor had, but where ice bitch's eyes were devoid of feeling this girls eyes were filled with unfathomable amounts of suffering and despair. The were the eyes of a girl whose entire existence comprised of pain. On top of that, an encompassing tattoo of pale chains was etched across every inch of her skin, including her eyelids. The links of the chain pattern were small enough that it blended with the girl's natural skin tone, making them almost unnoticeable unless close.

"Sweet child. What manner of evil has been done to you?" I asked, directed to no one. She buried her forehead into my chest, breaking eye contact, her forehead uncomfortable as I soothed her by stroking her hair, combing it in long strokes.

Front to back.

Front to back, my nails lightly massaging her scalp.

"There used to be light," her voice was ringing crystals, at odds with the scared little bird in my arms. Surprised by her words, I stopped my stroking and she remained silent, my hand resting on her head. She gave it a little nudge, wordlessly encouraging me to continue. I obliged.

Front to back.

Blonde hair pouring through my fingers like grains of sand in an hourglass, turning back the time.

"We lived together. Fluffy clouds and bright lights everywhere. It was sweetness and discussion and everyone was in harmony. No fighting, fucking or any conflict whatsoever. I hated it. I yearned for adventure. To find one of those rare rifts that'd split the landscape and offered the tantalizing unknown," she spoke with solemn awareness, an awful grief shadowing her words, coloring them in pain and regret.

Front to back.

Don't say anything. Just be there for her.

"My dreams were realized. A portal opened, me and my friend darted through the edges closing behind us. An oppressive weight immediately assaulted us, bearing down with terrible immutable weight as it pitilessly sought to scatter the elements of our bodies far and wide. Fortunately," she said the word bitterly. "There were two vessels. Shelters with we sought refuge in. Uncaring of their origin in our desperation. As the motes of my being settled into place, the magic of the carved mannequins sparked into life. Pouring around me in an uncomfortable wave, the energy creating a bridge, an interface, between our essence and the vessels made to the specifications of our kind."

Front to back.

Front to back.

"The smell was the first new sense, later I understood it to be old books and spilled salt. Then came touch, cold concrete, unyielding beneath my twitching fingers. Followed by taste, copper adrenalin that coursed through my veins as the wood transformed into flesh as the connection between me and the vessel deepened. An electric excitement ran through me. 'Finally', I thought. 'Something beyond the endless white. Something I'd dreamed of.'

Lavarus stirred next to me, his grin a match for my own."

Front to back.

"There was something strange though. Where once I could sense and feel my brethren around me there was now a cold emptiness. I was alone for the first time in my life. I didn't enjoy it. Then," she shuddered, the words freezing like cold poison on her tongue. "Then the nightmare began. His voice was cold, clinical, and somehow worse for the lack of excitement. He described his experiments, how he would forge us into weapons. One would be the wielder, one would command. He spoke of the past, how the seraphim had been used in the time before the veil as glorious weapons. Explaining their shortcomings, he discussed with frozen zealotry how they'd been plagued by unpredictability and bouts of poor performance. He'd theorized that if one could remove the emotion from the wielder they could be an unstoppable weapon of perfect faith. Then he provided us a choice. 'First a taste', he'd said holding a black device which arced with electricity when he pressed a button. I didn't know what it was as he advanced towards my friend but I felt his ill intent. Like a shaky lamb, I willed myself to my feet, determined to defend Lavarus. He'd laughed, said something about making the decision easy before jabbing forward; the world tumbled to darkness."

Front to back.

Why would someone taser this young girl? And what is she doing inside ice bitch?

"I awoke in a different place, Lavarus's hands roaming across my body providing something of an interface. His words were feverish, his tone desperate as he spoke of the alien need inside of him. Of the yearning and the gaping hole. Our bodies were different. He had a fleshy pole where I had a crease. His bobbed in the air, throbbing with desire as the blood pounded through his veins. Experimentally I touched it, my fingertips grazing the hot flesh. It felt wrong somehow. Incestuous and taboo. The empty place and programming of my body made me shy away from him. Lavarus had no such compunction, delirious under an amount of aphrodisiacs that would make a ninety year old eunuch hard. He groaned, taking my hand and wrapping it around his length. I went to retreat but he pleaded. Reading the pain in his expression I obliged. Dutifully stroking him. Using his pre, I quickly brought him to release.

The joy in his face at that moment was incandescent, going beyond physical release as the master protocol clicked into place. Ensuring his loyalty as the tainted connection spun into being. For him. I was left empty and alone. Sadness and regret stark on his face as his form shimmered, ephemeral for a moment, before a naked blade filled the space he'd occupied. Clattering to the floor. As days passed the emptiness spread. My emotions fleeing me one by one as my id and ego vacated the hole my new body created in my soul. Eventually there was nothing, Lavarus spoon feeding me food to keep me alive as he tried to get me to engage. I'd been systematically deprived of everything that made me who I'd been. The man returned, offering me salvation by providing me purpose. Filling me up with honey tainted words of ideals, he began to sculpt my emptiness, hammering it into a cold weapon like a blacksmith, intending to use me as an instrument in his goal of obtaining more subjects. He used automatons as scouts, their clockwork eyes and ears like giant threads of a web of spies sent out across the country, looking for signs of supernatural beings to be collected and experimented on. And we did... I did... dragging a reluctant but obedient Lavarus along behind me. I continued to follow his directions because every so often I would get a twinge. A sliver of pain and guilt that stabbed through me, precious for the fact that it made me feel something, anything at all to break up the relentless monotony."

Front to back.

My heart broke. Every word that came out of her mouth another hammer crushing it into more smaller and smaller shards.

She broke down in sobs, soaking my shirt, leaving it a wet, cold mess that made my nipples stiff and uncomfortably squished. She went rigid, saying some muffled words which sounded like, "Garbl flarg turse." She finished by pressing her cheek even harder to my chest, directly over my nipple.

Shit. There's no way she didn't feel that. Quick distract her. Use your words. But don't screw it up. Be nice but not condescending... Is she really nuzzling my breast?

I nudged her away, using my thumb to wipe the tears away from her cheek, leaving them pale and spotless.

"What was that dear?" I asked softly, giving her reason to stop her unintentional stimulation of my breasts that was started to get my engine running. The intimate contact ended as she pulled back to speak.

"The worst thing is..." She gulped and gathered herself. "The very worst thing is that I still want it. Even after all the things I've done, the people I've wronged, there's still a part of me that's survived, cold and alone, praying for someone to come and claim me. Praying that someone would be willing to forgive me for kidnapping them and take me in their arms and comfort me." Burning trails on her cheeks, her tears ran freely as she continued her confessional plea. "I'm so broken, shattered really, that even my abused psyche can't help but look from the depths of my dead eyes and hope that someone would choose me. Take me home and bathe me, wrap me in a warm blanket and tell me everything's gonna be okay," she admitted in a cracked voice, trembling like a nervous lamb.

"Throughout everything, all the years I've been trapped here, I still haven't managed to orgasm. I've imagined it, dreamed of it ten thousand times, a thousand different ways, locked as I was inside my own mind. At first I thought I could break the bond with Lavarus by masturbating and filling in the empty section of my rune code with myself, freeing me. But the crafters of my body were too clever, too thorough, in their design. Their safeguards shackling me even here. I can't come without someone's assistance and until I do I will remain trapped here, an observer to a heartless monster who wears my form and follows the commands of a scientist gone too far. I know I have no right to ask anything... Especially from you. But..."

Uh oh. I think I know where-

She interrupted my thought with a sloppy yet heartfelt kiss, her lips landing on mine with fervent desperation.

It was the plea of a shipwrecked woman who'd waded for far to long before seeing a speck of safe harbor on the horizon. Now that she'd seen it she was kicking for all she was worth.

Despite my misgivings, I decided it would be cruel to deny her this simple comfort.

Tucking away my qualms of infidelity and unfaithfulness into the back of my mind, as well as our shared history, I kissed her back.

Taking control, I palmed her neck and cradled the small of her back as I methodically shaped my lips around hers. She tightened up at first, a pause in her rapid, inexperienced assault that I used to set the pace, slowing and deepening it until it was an intimate conversation between our bodies. Massaging her top lip, I was surprised by her taste, sweet mint cupcakes. A light and pleasant flavor that flowed from such a broken individual. She soaked the experience like a sponge, her uncertainty falling away as she learned what I was teaching her. Her fumblings became sure and she began to force reactions from me, my sensitive body responsive as we found our footsteps in this erotic dance.

She's eager. So very eager that I'm a little scared she's built this moment up in her mind such that I'll never be able to live up to her expectations.

Eager for the endgame, Sariel reached out and pulled my hand down to cradle her damp sex.

Too eager by far.

A smirk and a slow head shake dislodged our lips as I reclaimed my hand, smearing her juices up her stomach in a wandering trail that ended at her breast. Her moan was musical as I tugged at her small inverted niplles until they plumped out, eager to join in the play.

And I can't just ignore such excited little participants.

The scent of roses enveloped us, baffling me until I brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear, making the scent more pronounced.

Oh. It's her. Good god, it's like she was manufactured for sex.

I weighed that thought against everything she'd told me so far.

I guess that's more than a little true if everything she's told me is correct. What would that be like, to exist in a body you had no control over? Isolated and unfeeling... Forced to kidnap... Can I even forgive her for what she did? I decided I already had an answer for that final question.

Yes. And she deserves better than this... Better than me and my clumsy fumblings for her first time. She deserves someone who's sweet and gentle. Who's willing and able to devote their expertise and sexual knowledge to making this as enjoyable as possible. Someone like Lexi...

I kept fondling and caressing Sariel's skin through my musings, never going far enough to truly start pushing her towards release. My dissatisfaction grew and an odd twisting sensation bubbled into my gut. It writhed like a clutch of eels, inflating as I grimaced and squirmed until it vanished, bursting to release the energy I'd instinctively built.

Without fanfare, Samantha poofed onto our plane of existence, blinking in confusion at seeing me and Sariel in our erotic embrace on the floor. Her green eyes were still striking beneath her short brunette hair. The ends of which teased her freckles as she adjusted to the current situation.

She was also naked.

"Oh. This dream again," she said, slipping with effortless grace onto the floor joining the seraphim and I. She was aggressive yet straightforward as she pulled my stunned figure into a kiss.

A seraphim, a succubus and a human walk into a bar... turns out I'm the punchline.

"It's nice that you brought a friend this time," Sam said as her tail hooked my waist, pulling me closer to her as she snuck her hands around my body, casually playing with Sariel's pussy.

"Oooo. She's an eager one isn't she?" Sam whispered into my ear, the smell of lilacs and vanilla anesthetizing me. I nodded mutely as she used her groin to press against my sheathed penis, making me groan as it slid out of my body with a low squelch. Her downy tail tip teased the head for a moment before ensnaring the root with a couple coils like a juvenile boa constrictor.

Pumping rhythmically, she used three fast short strokes for every long deep stroke, caressing my cock with her tail. I was panting, tickling her skin with warm air, creating goosebumps along her arms. Sariel sputtered, her body out of control as Sam's took the reins from me, handling her like a master equestrian, succubus instincts honing in on Sariel's proximity to release.

"She's responsive, isn't she Syd?" She took a deep breath, tasting my essence as sweat trickled furrows in the taut skin between my breasts. Her tongue followed close behind, chasing the droplet, her body curling over and around me like a dog protecting a bone. Sariel and I released twin shivers, clutching each other for stability. Sam, delighting in our reactions, wasn't done whispering her dirty nothings.

"Once I'm done with her, I'm cumming," she groaned, emphasising the word as she snuck her hand under my weeping pussy. "For you." She presented me my own juices, thick and slick on her fingers, as she languidly trailed it in front of my eyes. "I'm gonna taste both of your flavors at the same time. A little twist of flavors sounds like a must order from tonight's menu. I'll swallow your entire length whilst sliding my tail into you satiny depths." She moaned and sucked in a deep breath. "I bet you'll shiver and groan. Just like the sweet thing in your lap is doing right now. Lexi always was lucky. With you she hit the jackpot. Sweet and feminine. A body built for sin backed by a tantalizing shy and uncertain personality." She shuddered, her tail drawing tight around my dick. Her fingering of Sariel continued, steady even and firm as she drove me crazy with her words.

"Everything about you get me hot under the collar. But..." The air was drawn along the skin of my collarbone as she took a sniff. "I think we should take this opportunity to appreciate the sweetie popping with our full attention," she said in a sultry drawl.

Sure enough, Sariel's thighs rubbed together, sandwiching Sam's fingers. The seraphim's abs flexed tight under my fingers, fighting to ride the locomotive of pleasure bearing down on her. She came undone, jerking and crying out like a possessed animal.

Sam caressed Sariel's kitty with firm probing strokes through the deluge of release that soaked her hand and wrist, prolonging and drawing Sariel's orgasm out into a sustained affair. Her writhing slowed, the silence in the dream space heavy for a moment as the world stood still.

Only to be shattered by Sariel. Her gentle cries of pleasure mixed with an ecstatic, muffled laughter.

"It worked! It really worked! I'm free," she cried, twisting and pulling us all into an awkward three way embrace.

The jostling made Sam's tail pull especially hard on my did. The resulting sensation was almost enough to push me over the edge but Sam wasn't paying any attention to me.

The barren wasteland in which we'd been residing was undergoing a metamorphosis. What was once, still, tepid air, began to swirl and twist, sliding across our slick bodies with a faint scent of mint. The dark sky was broken by a single star, bursting forth like a firework, banishing the dark. After the harbinger, the seal was pulled off the sky, pinpoints of light spreading like wildfire until there were millions of stars in all sizes and colors. A tapestry that stretched horizon to horizon. The ground and the sky had a friendly Jackson Pollock painting competition, a canvas for Sariel's joy.

I turned to Sariel and was saddened as I watched her past temper the joy from her. This was represented in inky patches in the sky and some slight withering of spots in the field. It wasn't the same as the desolation I'd seen before however; these areas were places for growth, for new experiences, tastes, and sensation. Places for her to fill in the gaps, to write the story of her existence onto her soul.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, sounding nervous for the first time.

"It's kinda a long story," I said, wiping sweaty hair from my forehead.

Wait a minute. This is a construct of her mind. I wonder if I can...

With focused imagery, I was no longer dirty with sweat, and Sariel's release no longer adorned my legs. The physical residue was easy. My unfulfilled arousal, less so. Its heat still churning in my gut and between my thighs.

"I'm starting to doubt this is a dream," Sam said as Sariel threw herself around Sam's waist, hugging tightly.

"Thank you mistress, you've freed me from his hold. I can finally feel everything," Sariel crowed with joy, her voice echoing into the wilderness.

"Who is she? And, more importantly, why did she call me mistress?"

"An even longer story," I said, with a fair amount of pity.

"Also, I think I can do... this!" Sariel said, jubilantly continuing without any regard for what was going on around her.

"How did I get here?" Sam asked, looking around. It was amusing to watch a succubus, normally so composed and unflappable, grow steadily more frazzled. Compassion made me approach Sam, intending to comfort her and start giving a few answers. While I was doing that, something began happening to Sariel. A silvery patina started to cover her skin in reflective chrome, like an invisible hand spray painting her with two coats. Mouth gaping, I watched her body compressed and flowed.

"What the hell is going on?!" Sam yelled. Almost mindless in her panic, she attempted to shove the amorphous Sariel, causing her hands to get stuck.

"No need to fret mistress. I'm merely attuning to your dimensions. Won't be but a moment," her voice echoed from no visible orifice. The chrome blob previously known as Sariel wobbled, just for a moment, before her form split and flowed, climbing halfway up Sam's forearms before stopping. Waves shimmered in the air as excess material evaporated into the atmosphere. This generated a fair amount of concern for Sam, but she showed no visible discomfort as Sariel began to glow brightly. One final pulse later and it looked like Sariel was done doing... whatever it was she'd done.

Two mirror finished gauntlets adorned Sam. Skin tight, they looked more like opera gloves than effective armor. Etched filigree leaves and vines dotted the back of the hand portion, thickening into a brushfire as it wound up each arm. Every finger was intricately articulated and the ensemble gave a satisfying metallic "clack," as Sam flexed experimentally.