Sacrament of Sin

This is my first attempt at writing any kind of erotic fiction, all comments and feedback are welcome. Major themes in this series will be moral ambiguity/a lack of morals so there will be some scenes with non-consent as well as mind control. All characters are 18 or older. Enjoy!

Emma was pissed. She glanced to the corner where her best friend had her tongue halfway down the throat of the first guy who had shown her attention. Once again, Monica had left her alone at the bar.

Looking around at the drunken students around her, Emma decided to leave. Once again she had struck out. She used to feel bad for leaving Monica alone, but after a few years of friendship with Monica, she understood that Monica really only cared about hooking up.

An intense pang of jealousy overcame Emma as she thought I wish that I could be that carefree, that I could just flirt with anyone who talks to me... that boys wanted to hookup with me.

Emma did not consider herself unattractive, but she was no knockout like Monica. Emma stood 5'5 and always struggled with her weight. Monica, however, was 5'11 and looked like she had just stepped out of a Vogue photo shoot. Emma was proud of her perky B cup breasts, but the guys always drooled over Monica's set of DDs.

Monica's feature that Emma was most jealous of was her ass. It was perfectly toned and almost comically large. Emma snuck glances at her friend's ass when she could. I'm not a lesbian, Emma thought to herself as she walked to her dorm room, but I would be for that ass.

The more Emma thought about Monica's body, the hornier she got. She was already planning a frantic masturbation session when she got back to her room. All the same, her envy and the drinks she had at the bar were combining. She found herself getting more irritable and angry the longer she thought about it.

"Fuck Monica," Emma muttered to no one in particular, "if I had the body that ungrateful cunt had, I would still act like I liked my friends." Deep down Emma knew that Monica was a narcissist who used others to achieve her goals, and she usually refused to think that about her best friend. Tonight was different though. Emma realized that she was nothing more than someone for Monica to look better than in social situations.

Emma started weeping as she realized she would have to cut her supposed best college friend off. She thought I can't let her continue to treat me like-.

Her train of thought was cut off by her foot tripping over a metallic bar of some sort. Emma fell face first into the grass but managed to brace herself with her elbows. Turning around, she couldn't help ask out loud, "What the hell?"

In the middle of the quad there was a metal hatch. Emma knew for damned sure that that hatch was not supposed to be there and never had been before. As she approached it, she felt an uncomfortable feeling like she had never felt before. She didn't know how to explain it, but Emma was certain that that hatch was evil.

She started turn around to continue her walk back home, but curiosity got the better of her. "What the fuck, why not," she said to no one in particular. Despite every fiber of her being telling her not to, she lifted the hatch door and began climbing down the ladder.

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Emma gaped at the sight in front of her. The ladder shaft opened into a narrow hallway which she had followed for a few minutes before it opened up into a huge atrium. "Hello?" Emma called out. She didn't see anyone, but she could not shake the feeling that she was not supposed to be there.

The giant room appeared to be a laboratory of some sort. There were hundreds of beakers lining the far wall, as well as dozens of tables with equipment on them. The most impressive part of the room was a large fountain along the wall to Emma's right. It was carved from a smooth, black rock. The most alluring part of the fountain was the water in it. Rather than the typical clear water that runs through fountains, this water was a deep shade of purple.

"Who the fuck are you and how in the fuck did you get in here?" A voice calmly asked right behind Emma causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. She wheeled around to see the most handsome man she had ever seen. He looked to be in his late 20s, was tall, leanly muscled, and carried himself with a certain air of confidence. Emma could not help but be attracted to him, even if she did sense something off about him.

"Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me," Emma blurted out. "What is this place?"

"Answer my question," the strange man did not seem angry, but he spoke with a measured forcefulness.

"I- I- I was pissed at my friend and I tripped over the the hatch on the quad," she stammered.

"Pissed at your friend, you say?" The man mused, mostly to himself, "Pissed how?"

"She thinks that just because she's hotter than me she can treat me like I'm nothing"

"I see," the man continued, "The hatch only presents itself to people who need it the most, or at least that's what I've been told. Follow me, I'll give you the tour"

"Can you at least tell me your name?" Emma asked, trying her best to sound flirtatious.

He grinned, "I'm Leo, come on. Let me show you around. You're gonna love this place."

She giggled, "I'm Emma," then thought to herself God what is this man doing to me? I'm acting like a friggin' idiot.

Leo was right, Emma was blown away. As he had explained to her, "This lab appears for people like us. People who want desperately to reinvent themselves. But only a few people are able to access it. Only those that the hatch judges to be strong enough of will to avoid the temptations that come with the lab"

The beakers were for concoctions to improve and change various personal aspects. There were formulas to change physical appearance, improve intelligence, change personality and much more. There was a section that Emma had not yet noticed that had a variety of items that Leo told her were enchanted with special powers.

At this point, Emma started laughing. "You really expect me to believe any of this? This is ridiculous. Magic isn't real, you can't change everything about yourself."

Leo gestured to a picture frame on the wall. It was a black and white photograph that showed a small, elderly man hunched over from the pain of starvation. "That was me in the year 1905. This lab changed my life for the better and granted me immortality. If you really don't believe me let me show you the fountain."

As the pair approached the fountain, Emma's internal senses went into full alarm mode. She stopped and looked back to where she had entered the lab. Leo gently put a hand on her back and told her, "come on, this is the best part." Something was very, very wrong but her feet started moving of their own accord.

When they reached the edge of the basin and Emma was able to read an inscription on the smooth black rock. It read "Ave Satanas."

"Wait, what the fuck is going on here?" Emma looked at her mysterious companion. She was now panicking and terrified for her life.

"Those of us that survive the cursed waters of the basin are reborn with a new understanding of the world and the privilege to use the amenities of this lab," Leo told her.

"Why the fuck would I want to mess around with any 'cursed waters?' This place is really starting to creep me out. I think I'm going to go home and forget this place ever existed"

Leo looked her dead in the eye and flashed an evil grin. "Who said you have a choice in the matter?"

He grabbed Emma by the back of the head and forced her into the dark, purply water. She began flailing, trying to kick and claw to get Leo off of her but failed to stop him. She then felt his other hand tear away her skirt and panties. She began to scream but her voice was drowned out by the water around her.

She then felt a massive rod roughly penetrate her. Emma had messed around with a fair number of men, but she had never had a man anywhere nearly as well endowed as Leo. He forced himself all the way into her pussy until the head of his penis hit Emma's cervix causing her to cry out in pain.

Leo was frustrated that the hatch always brought in girls well below his standards. He found Emma reasonably attractive but he was only fucking her out of duty. She was too chubby and plain for his interests. To make up for his lack of interest, Leo started fucking her ruthlessly. He had enough stamina to last hours, but he wanted to complete the ritual before Emma drowned. His thrusts were faster, deeper, and more forceful than any man Emma had ever had before. After 30 more seconds, Emma's legs quivered and Leo heard her let out a muffled scream one last time.

He chuckled to himself, "They always scream three times. Out of fear, then out of pain, and finally from pleasure." With three more forceful thrusts, Leo came right after Emma. He flooded her pussy with his cum and finally took his hand off of the back of her head.

Emma had passed out from the sheer intensity of the orgasm that Leo had given her, so he lifted her limp body and carried her to an adjoining room that had a bed. He laid her down and tucked her in and sat in a chair in the corner of the room.

He stroked his cock which had already gotten hard again. All that was left to do was to wait.